I close my eyes :: SOTD

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Keep Art Alive :: Marco Zamudio

The wind
by me

The blow back of memory whips around me
cold winds, fingerless gloves, our words in spiraling smoke rings,
my tongue tasting like whiskey, like hand-rolled tobacco, like you,
you still lingering in my senses, on my skin, down my throat,
windy cities, taxi cab confessions, and airplane pay-to-parks,
I wrap the blanket around me now to hide from it,
our memories on the wind.

You preferred me with stockings, garters, and little else but a cigarette in my hands,
I preferred you laughing, forehead wrinkling, your voice sounding like music in my ears,
we preferred the gap between us closed, newspapers on Sunday mornings, orgasms on a mattress flat on that tiny apartment floor.

The rewind of what we used to me comes back now,
cold words, hands gripping the steering wheel, our words cutting like kitchen knives,
my tongue tasting sour, like overhead lies on the phone, like losing,
your eyes were already casting somewhere else, and mine, they were closing,
sidewalk exits, parking lot confessions, and please don’t let me leave you please
I wrap the blanket around me now to hide from it,
our memories on the wind.

You preferred me with my legs spread,  with money to pay our rent, and the strength to keep us going,
I preferred you honest, when you were strong for us, and your voice not calling me ugly words before you came,
we preferred the us on a playlist, the us that didn’t really exist, the us we longed for in a record store back room.

The wind will pass,
these memories will pass,
whether I want them to,
or not.

Dust in the Wind :: Daughter Darling