Memory of a Party
College nights in Kentucky
Not at all about blue grass
But blaring voices
Ricocheting across campus
And just beyond
Past the white picket fences
My blond friend walked his bike next to me
Greasy chains and rattling spokes
After a couple beers, leaving the cute one behind
He looked at me and told me I was handsome
That if I played my cards right
I could have whoever I wanted
So I watched him like a god disappear
On that cherry red Schwinn
Wondering if I needed him to say that
To feel it behind hazel eyes
Today I still, still, wonder
Silent questions and answers
But it’s my choice to feel beautiful
Even if, right now, from a distance
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