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.