My buddies all assume their residences
was brothels. I don’t assume
any of them ever have been, nevertheless it’s a becoming mythology
for an eerie, rundown place with the unique mahoganies,
hex tiles, and claw-foots. Intercourse is a spot for ghosts. Intercourse, cities,
specialty markets with vacant glass fish counters, gilded
wine bars shut with the dissipation of frivolity
that necessitates a gilded wine bar.
It’s the Fourth of July. Town is empty.
Stoplights change. Shifting
powerbox gears echo the metallic rattle of cart
on concrete. Associates have modified residences,
companions, furnishings. The Citadel Rose,
the Cambrian, the Premier, the Gentry.
Tangerine pleather pullout,
mid-century tweed, black leather-based chesterfield.
On the way in which to a celebration, I cease exterior the Citadel Rose.
It’s pale pink, mint, and soft-edged like a cake.
The neon signal is off, and there’s a tall black gate now
with a key-card sensor. The roses
are nonetheless there. I’m glad to see the roses
are nonetheless there. Somebody has added petunias
to Addily’s previous balcony.
I’d heard a rumor that Hollywood Classic
had closed down and am relieved
to seek out it cluttered, peeling, dilapidated, simply how
I remembered, closed for the Fourth however not
perpetually. Staring by means of the window on the furs,
chipped coupes, velvet-backed work,
I hear my identify, and it’s Chris,
late to the occasion, carrying
an unmanageable quantity of beer.
Once I cherished him, I might by no means have dreamed
for a greater second for him to run into me. It’s sizzling immediately,
however so am I. I imply sweat, after all, sweat. However immediately,
I look rattling good. Little black gown. Freshly dyed roots. Sweat,
sure, however in a sex-oil manner, and I’m carrying fragrance. I scent
like sweat and roses. I’m staring right into a constructing
that’s concurrently good and dilapidated.
At this second, I, too, am good and dilapidated. Now
actuality, actuality.
I say, can I assist you to carry that beer? He says no. I say,
that’s insane you’re carrying a lot beer. He says no,
I say sure. He arms me two six-packs. He says, thanks
for coming. I say, thanks for having me. We make our manner
to his new girlfriend’s rooftop the place the occasion
is being held. I depart early. Carl goes to satisfy me
on the fringe of the Willamette, and
we’re going to stroll over it because the fireworks begin.
It’s onerous to have reminiscences within the current. This can be a poem
about what’s completed. This can be a poem about Addily
and her couches. That is about Addily photographed
in a grocery retailer in a faux-leopard jacket
subsequent to a pyramid of tangerines. This can be a poem
about Carl ready on the east finish of the river.
This can be a poem about exes. This can be a poem
concerning the future.
