I wrote this poem in collaboration with Vince Bauters. Vince is a poet and writer who lives in Indiana. I’ve admired his work for a while and was excited at the chance to work on something together. You can find more of Vince’s work here.
Autumn is Guaranteed Loneliness
By September I had fucked things up.
It seemed to happen
almost all at once
The connections that had felt meaningful
broke like guitar strings.
The sound of it filled my apartment
until there was no sound left to make
The past and present coagulated in the red wine of my blood.
I couldn’t see the changes.
What is a moon with or without clouds?
An apple tree before or after a harvest?
If I can still see you.
Even in this fleeting way.
My imagination stretching to remember.
A short haired girl who seemed to slide
across the floor of the gas station convenience store
specks of dust and neon light in your mystic eyes.
Water and electricity
when you drove away