BLOGPOST #17

June 21, 2020

in the Tall Weeds

Sitting in a field 

Your thoughts tenderly elsewhere 

Gazing at this bug on my wrist

Your car off in the distance 

Waiting to take you away on other adventures 

Your hand on my knee 

As we fly through these unpaved mountain roads 

The first time I sleep in your bed 

I keep my jacket on all night

I should have known right then that I loved you

And now at home in my kitchen chopping carrots

Making a breakfast smoothy

Thinking if all those promises I made and could’’t keep

Your taste in music still slays me 

To this day

I can’t listen to Bill Callahan without 

thinking of you