POEM FOR RIGHT NOW
Published in Eric Alexander’s “With Hopes of Steel” zine (2020)
you call me
you call me on the phone & we talk
warm blues & greens
& the color of your hair
a vision i once had —
getting custard with you
from a truck
in summer,
trees thick green around us,
sweet ice on our tongues —
blooming up again now,
playing light with sensation
your eyes, my eyes
same time, same place
you know, when all of this is over we could go to union square
sit on a bench, you know,
or the grass,
or the steps,
or just walk
people will play chess
& we’ll listen to music
& we can talk, you know,
we can talk