No apologies. I miss this blog something awful, though my computer was stolen, and the ability to write at work is slim. But I stole a moment to post a spoken word piece I wrote recently. I hope you enjoy. Oh… and Happy Valentines Day.
That beer tasted like freedom.
Tasted like east Tennessee
Riding through back roads in the mountains
Rolling my palm up and down through the wind
Racing across the hood of a 69 Skylark
Lust tasted like late nights and tight jeans
Across Mr. Wrong’s ass in June
A handkerchief in his back pocket
Covered in oil from the car that you drove,
And he expertly fixed
with his hands
With his tools
With his jawbone
With his weight on your pelvis.
Tasted like pool.
The one you threw back on the last break
The night you stumbled into the street
Laughing at the thought that no one could touch you,
Invincible in your underwire bra.
Tasted like the Nolichucky
Rolling and diving in whitewater
When the water finally calmed
And you sat sun-drunk
Basking in a limestone gorge
Surrounding you like a protector
Watching rafts go past
Tasted like the river’s bend
Near the cabin that was so quiet
With faulty plumbing
And an occasional visit
from the bartender you picked up
while watching the game.
Tasted like the hot springs
Skinny dipping with the girls
Laughing at our thighs
and slippery sexual energy
That was wasted on some guy from Wisconsin
Gold bubbles rising in the heat
Freedom from the day
Hot and stupid
Fumbling through the beginnings of adulthood
Fumbling for zippers
Fumbling bra clasps
Fumbling for door handles
Fumbling for tent flaps