A selection of poems from the campus-based small press’ latest anthology, Currents.
I’m sorry about the way I acted
During our last encounter
I just have no idea how to behave
And would it have been worth it after all,
to hold the world between the pages
of this book, ink between my fingers and
the paper cuts. And would you have kissed me
goodnight if I had been born in another life, and
whose brown cheeks would feel your lips, whose
body would lie next to yours between coffee cups
and music notes. And would it have been worth it
after all, to hold the world between my fingertips,
between dried ink and paint chips.
SO LONG SPACE COWBOY
Even without knowing the words
Her smoky saxophone voice
Conveys everything you can guess.
Elements of lonely heartbreak:
A man who cannot be trusted-
A cigarette and violence-
A spaceship escapes gravity.
End credits crawl across the screen.