Where We Drink in the Dark on Weekends
This poem won Honourable mention in the 2018 2-Day Poem Contest
Call it thrill, frisson, that unmistakable turn the wind takes
combing its teeth through the shorn grass behind the school
where we drink in the dark on weekends,
how it is impossibly cold all winter then, one night,
it isn’t. How late spring renders our donned coifs feckless,
and the killdeers call out from the nests they carve in the gravel lot
like small, winged ghosts. We form a loose circle,
the bottle of cheap vodka we will ceremoniously smash
when we’re finished with it passing between our hands,
split open the stems of dandelions and prod with our tongues their foamy pith.
Suck and chew the sweetness from their ragged leaves.
Dream quietly of the near future.
There is a restlessness that comes before June,
the itch of prospect, the possibility of all that might transpire
when July turns us loose on ourselves.
As if the approaching summer will be the first we have ever lived.
As if the bonfires in the quarry will surprise us this year,
the old tub left behind from the landslide that swallowed half the town
before our mothers and fathers were born,
the one we fill with ice and beer, its belly gone to rust in fists of red flake
that leave the mouths of our cans tasting like a car wreck.
Perhaps it will all be different this time:
perhaps we will not stagger drunk across the shards of stone
and hurt ourselves trying to leave, judge the distance between there and home
by the wounds on our hands and knees. How many times we pick ourselves up.
Let it be the summer of more-than-this, one in which our world is made commodious
by an endless sky punctured with small fires. Let us sleep perfectly beneath it.
Let us wake gleaming, roric.
Published online July 07 2018.
This poem was a winner in CV2’s annual 2-Day Poem Contest. Every April, CV2 challenges players to create a new original poem that uses all 10 words of our choosing. It’s poetry under pressure for prizes, publication, and personal bests. Learn how to sign up for the next 2-Day Poem Contest.