greatpoetry | Ron Androla - the cars sound like ultra-long waves of ocean coming & going (Reply)

the cars sound like ultra-long waves of ocean coming & going

i shudder when i think of me
back in november. diane & the kids gone.
that stupid ugly house. the end of my novel
not knowing what the hell had happened.
stranded without a car. without a family.
HATE for diane. HATE. realizing what a total asshole she is. no
longer having to listen to country fucking music, i crank dan bern high,
& vic chesnutt, some classical, some jazz. able to imbibe again in
peace amidst ruins & chaos. i didn't like the dog anymore, all that
dusty shedding & charlie's pig-like quality, all the dog-shit off the
back-porch. i was pretty frantic & wrecked, tho i give myself credit
for not being suicidal. 3 weeks in the darkness & changes
& the phone rings. ann. 20 years later. in virginia. 20 years i
hadn't heard her voice, & it's her voice.

this is may 7th. i've been in this apartment since the middle of
january, & i like the place. ann is moving here the end of next month.
she's given me love & laughter & hope & a future of delight. this
summer we'll be slow-dancing in the nude in the livingroom in
candle-light. nag champa incense. our buddha-bellies pressing. she'll
be on her tip-toes. patti smith on the stereo. cold beer on a hot
night, fabulous kisses. this is a growing happiness. this is love.