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Evan Stephens
Poems
Dec 2022
Kelly
We were just telephones
full of young ***,
sharp breath and sticky,
talking into sleep...
I'd dial into your machine,
it was your mom singing
"Splish Splash" by Bobby Darin,
you were so embarrassed
(with that button nose
you hated so much),
but it was always OK, Kelly.
We met just the once, at Alan's party,
for his basement Exorcist
& you clutched my hand in the dark.
When you're 15, that kind of thing
takes on certain meanings.
When you broke us up
I sobbed in my bedroom,
pleading to Richard Pryor
who I had pasted to the ceiling.
I lost track of you
until you married my blond
summer steakhouse boss:
everyone said you weren't happy.
Now you are a minus sign,
a gauze-ghost, an atom-gap,
a redheaded dull-bladed heartache
who I thought I loved, once
(in my teenage way, I did).
I buttoned my shirt wrong
while remembering you,
I tasted you in a glass of rye.
There is a freeze coming.
Wear a scarf, a good jacket:
the rain is coffin lacquer gloss
as it shines and skitters into ice.
Written by
Evan Stephens
44/M/DC
(44/M/DC)
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