I Have to Say
Part of me dims with pain,
Becomes the stinging flies…
Part looks into your light
And lives to tell you so.
James Merrill
“Last Words”
For Becky B.
I haven’t seen enough
of autumn—I haven’t I can’t be
content
with a drive by drove through
on my way to
some stop quick slip it all in and make it
home
to supper at dusk a dusk under
the and over the
tree I walk beneath I haven’t seen
enough see this girl I knew once she
came though sometimes
sober
sometimes (k) not she’s not
now plain and simple she’s not and won’t ever be
again
and I wonder if I hope so she saw
on that rainy day before
she
dropped
dead
if she thought
yellow
look
yellow I love yellow
it’s raining it’s been raining all the way back
from Phoenix I’m about to scream see
this shits real it’s dope it’s lit look
I haven’t seen it since I got out
I’m clean I’m stayin’ clean
baby don’t not in front of me
don’t I know listen don’t
I said I won’t no no
I'm supposed
to stay
sober
ok ok
just this one more once one more
last time
what whah’d you say too late
see all that yellow
that’s deep that yellow see it the sun shining
fuck it’s shining in the rain
I haven't seen enough
I've already seen
(this is number fifteen second one this year)
enough
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