The Weather Used to Make Us
for D. Riordan
Count the beats between loose hours
in a time before we had the sensibility
to take pictures of ourselves
or when we remember how great
the weather used to make us. Count
the pink cells making up your face
but only in this specific light.
We barrel dance for chilly cigarettes
and European pints. Do you remember
that this was the first place we drank wine?
Do you remember that night walk,
when I tried in slippers to keep up
with you, but some of the windows
were broken? It was pretty
dark out. We got lost but didn't
understand that's just the life of this place.
Jessica Smith lives in Lakewood, Ohio where she is a poetry candidate in the NEOMFA and assistant editor at the Cleveland State University Poetry Center. Her work has appeared or is forthcoming in Diagram, H_NGM_N, and ILK.