You took a pull off a sour beer he had fished out of the truckbed

& explained that

whatever was discussed in the Summer

he wasn't worth your dying in Portugal

or investing enough here

only to feel your desire bleed off anyway

after you push out a child


finishing a can

he traced a frustrated shape in the dirt with his foot

fussed with his shirt-buttons

and said

alright then

but you're a liar



the sun slid beneath the far shore after you had both been silent for some time

and it had to feel clumsy and humiliating to sit and watch it together

sedulously avoiding an exchanged look

that might concede the metaphor

09/06/2012

Posted on 09/06/2012
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