Friday, October 16, 2009

From the Adult Drive-in

by Gabrielle Calvocoressi


O dark barns who will move me now?

I am undone by the flickering screen

By all those girls thrown against the coal black

Night. We, all of us, go back to the field

Scene of a back that went on forever,

The closed eyes, the want that entered us

As we drove by and tried not to look.

How will I ever learn to tell the truth

After the places my hands have been?

It is darker here than other towns, leaves

Burn clear through December. After that

We light beasts of the field to keep ourselves

Warm. Everyone has weathered each other's want,

Familiar as the feed store's smell of grain.