I Eat Poetry

My sister lost her virginity to the White Album
and even now she thinks Bungalow Bill
is a love song. How music photographs
a moment: I was thirteen, dancing

with a boy I wanted to kiss
when Al Green told us to stay together.
For three minutes and eighteen seconds
I believed, but over the summer
he moved to Wichita. Nights, much later
I fell asleep with someone else
to Dark Side or Kid A, until that afternoon

driving home the day after he left.
Bob Dylan's It Ain't Me, Babe
was in my tape deck--maybe even worse
was the low rush of cars
going over the bridge
after I cut the sound.