Tuesday, April 2, 2013

Day 1: Take the first line of a well-known poem.

Shakespearean Heat

Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day?
All red-faced-sweaty
too hot to be bothered
asking me to bring you another beer
as you lay on the couch where
Your skin will stick to the vinyl and will make
a tearing, sucking noise
when you finally
get up.

The ceiling fan stirs thick air
and the curtains, closed since breakfast, swallow
the house in half-darkness grief
[Curtains should only remain closed on a house where
there has been a death, or when it’s going
to be over forty degrees.]

Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines
You squint into the sun
setting pavers into the scraped, dry earth
a path to the washing line
unnecessary now
And crows feet are left as white markings on your tanned face
you call them ‘laughter lines’ but
wrinkles are wrinkles, age is age.

I get you your beer
and one for myself,
join you on the couch for the
midday movie.


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