Distress Call from the City of My Youth
May 23, 2013
Punks tell me they have feelings
while marching their crude revolution
toward my corner of Sunset, but I am worn
out of feelings so I try again
to escape this lawless hunt
by fucking the archfiend blind on the backstreets
because I don’t understand how to deserve anything
or how misery and sunlight inhabit the same
vibration in my skin.
Dear you, on the other end of the line:
I imagine how tenderly you’d peel the crime
from what I left exposed
but my formative years were mostly alleyways
and men being brutish so
I’m confused about a lot of things
like, I crossed this burning blacktop for you when
I momentarily thought if I confessed
how long I’ve been open season, slaughtering season
you might shoulder me past city limits alive.
Lynn Melnick is the author of If I Should Say I Have Hope (YesYes Books, 2012). She lives in Brooklyn, NY.
What motivates her to create:
“Pleasure and pain.”