AV Poetry
AV Reader Poetry; edited by Florine Melnyk
gentleman caller
the man in the moon
followed me home,
bobbing up and down
behind the boxy tops of
concrete condos,
peek-a-booing from behind
the pointed eaves of houses.
it’s hard to keep my eyes
on the road when
his buttery-yellow
ochre creased face keeps
smiling down, beneficent,
radiating night kindness;
a perfect man,
who lights the way,
never burns or scorches,
but will move the tides for you;
he’s waivering in his ascent,
hanging half-way down
between stars and the edge of earth
in a maxfield parrish sky
still backlit by sinking sun
cobalt blue dripping down
to water-thinned blur
then a stack of juicy colors -orange, peach, lemon,
and pink, at the bottom,
holding it all up;
so dense a blue, the man in the moon
is having trouble standing up,
are squeezed lower and lower to the horizon.
the man in the moon
follows me home,
his face lit with that
contagious gentle grin;
i sing him a night aria,
he glows brighter;
i promise him an opera.
i think he winked.
—ryki zuckerman
Dear Josh
Dear Josh,
I couldn’t think of how to say this in person, so I’m writing you this letter. I don’t think it’s going to work between us. Don’t get me wrong, you’re a nice guy, but I need my space, and I think it’s unfair to you how much time I spend at work. I enjoyed our time together, and I mean that, really I do, but I think we’re just not meant to be. You’re going to have a beautiful life, and I hope in some way I can still be a part of it. Don’t get upset, trust me, it will be better this way. I just can’t be this close to someone, I need to be able to breathe freely.
Love,
Christ
—josh smith
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