in the dark (wish)
A Golden Shovel after The Cure
mobiles’ torches, little red flying foxes’ eyeshine “I’ve
finished digging myself out of that hole” bass-pulse we waited
at the dance floor’s outpost for a spell hours
flushed as though they’d inspired poppers “for
the love of God,” I laughed with Michael, “this
is Newish Me—no dope, in high spirits” “I’ve
always got my eye on you” noses rubbed, he made
for the door I bought myself
a second & final pint “hello” “uh-huh” “so
long” to the black-bearded, tattooed bear suddenly I was sick
to death of disco strobes unloosed the mirror ball’s I
good sense vanished like a wish
-ing well’s ting carpet gargled the Nikes I’d
shined for Michele’s wedding i stayed
—i tried to stay—one jump ahead of him dead asleep,
my hairy legs “gone tomorrow, here today,”
swishing his hoodie’s sleeves i
was belted toward a neon arrow, stood in a Never Never
-ish torrent in windows’ reflections, sallowish skin thought,
a blepharospastic eye, contracted “uh-uh—this
-away” aphonic, i melted among bodies unrivaled as day
-flies for the love of short-sightedness would
I give my eye teeth? at teenagehood’s end
I also walked the plank a blind date twenty-two years i
frothed at the mouth, crossing more states than the Missouri never
miscalculate the fury of cold intuition thought
-clouds glimmered blue skies, gold sun tonight
I danced with Prudence the one who’s all eyes could
do ... i spied my voice, materialized ever
-y which way five men nearly broke me like a wishbone be
-ams issued from my thighs “uh, fellers? don’t think this
guy’s—” faraway, so close!
latch’s snick mobiles’ torches, crocodilian eyeshine i came to
myself on the cubicle’s mattress disco doused me,
a little yellowish light i spelled out “do it” “just”
hotel eiderdown swaddled me should I try
to unwish this history, Ruth—“visualize neutrality”? to
-night’s wings of desire swish as far as the eye can see
Source: Poetry (May 2020)