[Poem] For A Long Marriage
For A Long Marriage By Kit Hodge For J.D. The sultry salt of spring drips open the sky, A night bloom of whispering ready to be believed again: Fall back in love, Fall back in love, my dear What? I couldn’t hear you, not this American twisted up in the western wind– cheap plastic pawn sucked into the dizzying occlusion over a black square– whose empty summer slogans—SCREAM—and false, flea-ripe fog of winter that followed close behind— Breathlessly dark, Darkly, breathless–in suffocating slogans It wasn’t weather. Weather is real, my love and we weren’t ready to be void, not while this sky still swoons above Our hips tried to tell us–our shriveled skin, our eyes, too– that primordial crawl to milk and life, the thunderous pain of being still; This is the only way back now: to lick the salt sweet, and sweat our frozen veins, into the roots that bud from our beautiful, premature grave After all, all of this is here...
