about regret, but really a love poem in disguise
maybe when I’m having a cigarette,
something unseen skulking behind me
walk under street lamps in the dark,
think of you,
all those black deeds
made me a person I didn’t wish to be.
made me come to understand the darkness Marlowe spoke of.
made me come to understand the shadows in your eyes when you
look past me.
the feeling fades,
away like ash on hot night wind,
disintegrating in the rising temperature.
the days get longer
dread comes less and less,
because I know
there will be different women,
They’ll have different ways of kissing and of crying.
get to know both.
let you know,
think of you
all those things
all I’ve really come to learn
that the eyes of a new woman
the only mirrors I can bare.
never learned how to drive.
much time was spent in my car
home after a late movie
tired to talk
you leaning against me
the radio played.
you wore the bad blonde wig
those girls in the car next to us
Laughed as you leaned in to kiss me.
times when we
asleep on top of each other in the front seat
sitting on the hood of my car with
finally found you
memories hang from my heart
icicles on the eaves of an old house
middle of winter.
does it go
last car ride
our poem ended.
write about women so much
considered this question.
answer I came up with
if I were a sailor
would write about the ocean.
were a junkie
would write about heroin.
I’m neither of these things,
write about women.
Kirby Light worked a year and a half on the
art and literary magazine Phoenix, and has been published in it
three times. Kirby has been published in Down in the Dirt
magazine and recently had two poems accepted by the poetry
magazine Advocate. Kirby lives just outside Portland, Oregon.