“Inhabit This Body, So Long”
Maybe a brief breeze could pass us by
an island of mailboxes, unsent letters
and your lipstick, we laughed
in your driveway, smoking
and drinking an Irish car
was bombed
when we danced on your porch
to the Beatles
I met you in New Haven or New York
maybe in time
ask a twilight magician
ask an answer for a dance
brave floods did you warn us
worn wars inside of us
cast the shadow of a jacket’s buckle
blue lipstick
to sleep on a lakeside porch
until dawn, to cry by the paddle boats
until somebody who liked you
until somebody who was your friend.
nicholauspatnaude 