when I was in love.
I drove long distances. I worried
about my eyebrows. I ate food
I did not like. I listened
to her favorite song, which was not
my favorite song.
This was back when you could visit Niagara Falls
without a passport and people still believed
the earth was round.
I can’t explain to you how
the internal combustion engine works
or tell you the origin of the word hammock
but I can tell you
I like a guitar solo
with a lot of bent notes. A melody blue
and sinuous. Winding like a river to the sea.
Or better yet, one perfect note
that just sustains forever.
I am made of equal parts I am sorry
and don’t blame me.