— unpredictable thoughts

poem today : true love, nate klug

Off rows of wind­shields
in the Amtrak lot
rain in sud­den
clumps like jacks. Parked cars
with peo­ple in them
await­ing peo­ple they imag­ine
hurtling through sub­urbs
of sil­ver woods
await­ing them. True
love needs inter­fer­ence,
a cer­tain bliz­zard dis­tance,
for the words to worm through.
Remem­ber Iowa?
August storms that would self-spark
as if our fights could trip
the finest wire beneath the side­walk.
And the sun­light, harder after.