We Were Characters By Gerard Yelle  

Published by

on

And I played an actor and she played the boss’s daughter.

She was in bed with a fever

and the sister I was talking to wouldn’t

follow the script and it rained with all its might

and it felt like bombs

aggravated with aftershock

and a landslide about to bury the house

so I ran through rain and falling plaster to break down

her door and carry her out where we’d be

safe and we would’ve been safe but then a gang

of leaping proud boys unmanned me.

There was nowhere to hide.

For all I knew she was their friend.

I set her down and touched her shoulder.

I said let’s do another take and we made our way hand

in hand to where she was in bed 

and the ceiling started to

crumble and the car was as yellow as the first

time I saw it and I rose from dark

to light, like smoke I rose from cellar hole to chimney. 

Deja un comentario