Tuesday, April 30, 2013

writing: on pearls & plaid

he played our song tonight
he played it, and he didn't know
and i let it arrest me

it was the first time, since

it was impulsive, and compulsive
and a long time coming, all at once

i braced myself against the opening strains
and there was a pause, without a pang

but the second verse
and the chorus, those are yours
and by the bridge, i can feel you

i can feel you like a slow flood
pouring into every crook of my body

settling in the corners, pooling in the bends

and suddenly it's a parking lot and October and the moon
and a tangle of flannel arms

and one big knot that leaves me unsteady
about which tangles were yours, and which are still mine


Chantel said...

Oh man... I'm so swoony inside right now. I hope this is your real, current life. "A tangle of flannel arms." oh heart spasms.

Mikaela D said...

This is beautiful.

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Abby said...

I like this. I like this a lot. :)

Unknown said...

So, when you co-write an album with Sara B, I get an autographed copy. Right? K good.

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