What was that for?More Than I Might Think by Justin Van DammeWhat was that for?
Instead of glancing around the bar, hoping to see something that would remind me of a story, an anecdote, or a bad joke to tell you, I was lost in thoughts which made the hair
on the back of my neck stand
like nuptial objectors or a young mourner
unsure of why his father would choose to console him With Led Zepplin &n
Things I've ForgottenThings I've ForgottenThings I've Forgotten
In brushing your nape the hairs on the back of my neck rose like objectors at a wedding or mourners who can't believe that their father chose to console them with Led Zepplin
in a long song that, likely, means nothing.
And in that thought I've forgotten your name and am asking again if you have any siblings
without recalling the story of your brother, the one who vanished down a river
and resurfaced in Florida sipping rye from beneath a drawl.
pawing a purse,
creasing the leather, pup
Taking CreditI've shattered limits, lifetimes lost in shadows to other men's dreams, packaged to perfection and sold on shelves I never could've reached. Fractions, stickers, statements in whites, blacks - below red lines and inside envelopes that trip on stamps stopped by fingertips and late-night calls -Taking Credit
counselors selling better rates. Protection, pocket-sized for sanity: plastic promises I never intend to keep.
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"I love when you make the dictionary your bitch."
"You seduce the English language and use it for your own sordid ends."
[JDM] [JA]
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