Shouldn't we, who loved him the way we love traffic and cell phones during spectacular sex and the degradations of puberty, shouldn't we all feel as though light were swelling within us, inflaming us? Tell me where you were when you heard but tell me later, much later, the kind of later mathematicians get excited about. By then memory will have torn away from my body like a scab I'll no longer have to pick at and I'll listen to you like a stethoscope. It will be good for my heart. It will be good for your heart.
Shouldn't we, who loved him
ReplyDeletethe way we love traffic
and cell phones during spectacular sex
and the degradations of puberty,
shouldn't we all feel
as though light were swelling within us,
inflaming us? Tell me where
you were when you heard
but tell me later, much later,
the kind of later mathematicians get excited about.
By then memory will have torn
away from my body like a scab
I'll no longer have to pick at
and I'll listen to you like a stethoscope.
It will be good for my heart.
It will be good for your heart.
-paul guest