The Thing in Me


The thing in me that
your long look kindled,
that grew and blossomed
under the soft light
of an all-forgiving sun
will not wither
will not die
but also will not grow again

The thing in me that
made me feel like something new
has turned around to look at me from the other side
and makes me feel like something old

The thing in me that
keeps me warm when the sun goes down and
keeps me cool when everything boils,
that keeps me calm when the bullets fly and
alerts me when the whole world sleeps
has reached the end of the circle and
like a song at the end of a verse it
has come to a chorus that will repeat
until the fade

Spontaneous Erection

It was my first spontaneous erection in a while. I had been following her for a long time before I turned to see her coming up behind me. I watched the long early-morning shadow of her bike creeping up the sidewalk, getting closer all the time. She stopped alongside me and, putting one leg on the ground, offered an embrace the way she always did. She was wearing shorts and the flesh of her leg against mine was too much.

It only happens in dreams. The wings sprouting on my back are as natural as my arms. The smile, isolated from the other features of her face, swallowed what was left of my heart. The pain fluctuates between sharp and dull, stabbing and throbbing. The only medicine is the smile and the pat on the shoulder that warms my chattering bones.

Evaporation transforms energy from one element to another and sometimes leaves a residue. Tiny vibrations linger like the last clang of the church bell. The tide recedes, leaving all kinds of things lying naked on the beach. Cool air infiltrates the hairs on our arms and legs.

A friend asked how I was doing but I wasn’t sure which me he was asking about so I answered, “I can’t complain.” My life had been good. How long could something like that to last?