Sometimes Her Arms Bend Back
I could never solve the mystery of you,
so we dance, whisper our secrets,
stop motion tango.
We linger in a black and white and red
purgatory, weighted down by velvet,
where a little man snaps out our future.
Maybe we are both dead, maybe
twenty-five years is really just a blink,
fades like the taste of my favorite gum.
Your hair is dark, mine is gray,
we never met before tonight, but
you look like her,
so I make your arms bend back,
pull you against me and we dance,
carve my name under your nails.
It's happening again, a sharp jazz note,
talk backwards, girl...speak my language.
Let's rock.
– Collin Kelley
From the Twin Peaks-inspired anthology, A Slice of Cherry Pie (The Private Press, edited by Ivy Alvarez)
Comments
(And thx for the BBQ commendations on the page of -5--Though personally I think Alabama has the best que, I shall try out your spot when next in Atlanta.)
Good poem too.
GAV
The video clip is amazing work. Has stayed with me, fresh, all these years later.
I got my ticket to Split This Rock, Collin.
We're waiting to hear if our panel was accepted on gay poetry in the south was accepted at Split This Rock. I've got fingers crossed.