Photograph by Lina Scheynius
I believe there is something else
entirely going on but no single
person can ever know it,
so we fall in love.
It could also be true that what we use
everyday to open cans was something
much nobler, that we’ll never recognize.
I believe the woman sleeping beside me
doesn’t care about what’s going on
outside, and her body is warm
which is a great beginning.
Remember those times when you hadn’t a thought or care about anything? Papers, homework, girlfriends, lack of girlfriends, money, clothes. All of that was boring “adult stuff” which only obscured your grand plan for forever fun in the sun. Aaaaah…
Hey Indie kids, remember when you listened to Coldplay, wore shorts that were way too small, combed your hair and hated anyone who played football or had made-out? Well, I do. Then something wonderful happened. Something that changed me not only on the inside, but the outside too. When I first heard “Soul Meets Body” by some emo band, I decided that my nerd days were over. I started wearing moderately-skinny jeans, flannel button-ups and grew my hair out. I’d bet a lot of you did the same… Taylor. Well, that emo band is still around, and still converting nerdy Jr. High kids to moderately cool adults. Check out the new video by Death Cab For Cutie, and you’ll see that they still have the magic.
October. Here in this dank, unfamiliar kitchen
I study my father’s embarrassed young man’s face.
Sheepish grin, he holds in one hand a string
of spiny yellow perch, in the other
a bottle of Carlsbad Beer.
In jeans and denim shirt, he leans
against the front fender of a 1934 Ford.
He would like to pose bluff and hearty for his posterity,
Wear his old hat cocked over his ear.
All his life my father wanted to be bold.
But the eyes give him away, and the hands
that limply offer the string of dead perch
and the bottle of beer. Father, I love you,
yet how can I say thank you, I who can’t hold my liquor either,
and don’t even know the places to fish?