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

6 comments:

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.

Jen said...

Love.

Abby said...

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

Elise Frederickson said...

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

Megs said...

Beautiful!