My first American love
was 4 inches taller than me,
had a muscular upper body,
(all they did were push-ups,
day, and night, day and
night) and stood on
skinny legs, pale;
mustached by thin,
fine brown hairs
They wore pants,
nothing but jeans,
black mostly, sometimes
faded when they weren't clean;
sometimes denim if they
were purchased by me
(They had to be Levi
or Calvin Klein)
And their tops
had torn sleeves;
holes punched in
everywhere due to the moths
in the closet;
nothing
but torn seams
It was rare they wore
anything else
We first made love
in a 2004 Tornado Red Volkswagen Golf
they received from their parents
as a graduation gift;
that night my body was just another present
piled on top of it
And on and on
the shape-shifting went
until we got tired
and slept
We were smoothed out
like freshly baked
carcasses under the
rising dawn; and when I woke up
I realized that great American love had gone
A promising horizon peered over the
dashboard, past the Little Tree air freshener
peeking through as though it were
a mother returning for her runaway child,
and saying it's time to come home;
breakfast is ready, father is waiting
and your future has been put on hold
for far too long
My first American love
was found in the form of a song
once the car radio was turned on
Apr 25, 2016
Apr 25, 2016 at 2:17 AM UTC
My first American love
was 4 inches taller than me,
had a muscular upper body,
(all they did were push-ups,
day, and night, day and
night) and stood on
skinny legs, pale;
mustached by thin,
fine brown hairs
They wore pants,
nothing but jeans,
black mostly, sometimes
faded when they weren't clean;
sometimes denim if they
were purchased by me
(They had to be Levi
or Calvin Klein)
And their tops
had torn sleeves;
holes punched in
everywhere due to the moths
in the closet;
nothing
but torn seams
It was rare they wore
anything else
We first made love
in a 2004 Tornado Red Volkswagen Golf
they received from their parents
as a graduation gift;
that night my body was just another present
piled on top of it
And on and on
the shape-shifting went
until we got tired
and slept
We were smoothed out
like freshly baked
carcasses under the
rising dawn; and when I woke up
I realized that great American love had gone
A promising horizon peered over the
dashboard, past the Little Tree air freshener
peeking through as though it were
a mother returning for her runaway child,
and saying it's time to come home;
breakfast is ready, father is waiting
and your future has been put on hold
for far too long
My first American love
was found in the form of a song
once the car radio was turned on
