- Yes.
Unfortunately, the mind is in the shape of a gun
or rake. Happenstance and sin brought us close
together before we robbed the bank. We kissed
in the elevator, brought people to their knees.
Parents hate it that the children love us.
We are not supposed to, but we win, and win, and win.
We watch the ballgames naked, on the couch,
shouting that that was a foul, hoping for record numbers
of threes, buzzer-beaters. It’s just us, nobody else. To consider [End Page 129]
yesterday or the day before is to make a waterfall flow upward—
forget about the violence, the silence it takes,
the pouting clerk, her eye makeup a weeping wall of gray submission.
Everything underneath a mask is a broken doorbell,
a disappearing mineral deposit, a phone ringing
in somebody else’s house. I love it when you take
charge, when you tell the room— in your lovely scream—
to shut up, to keep calm, that it will all be over soon. [End Page 130]
Britt Melewski’s poems have appeared in Bodega, Puerto del Sol, Sporkpress, the Philadelphia Review of Books, and Sink Review and are forthcoming in Hobart and others. He hosts the New-York-City based reading series FREE WATER. Melewski received his mfa at Rutgers-Newark in 2012. He lives in Brooklyn.