The years fall from you all at once
I know that now. we spent a season
watching the cat shed, after all
and she licks her paws the way I wish
I could sing: full of confidence,
a luckless success.
I’ve written about
what it’s like to be denied
but I don’t really know what it’s like.
I’ve walked into traffic,
and found myself
in the wake of death
she pulled me by the arm
away from the light
and threw me into some
lurid highway park-and-ride
and that’s the closest I’ve ever gotten.
Jan Rosenfeld is currently a student at Berklee.