T J Jarrett

That summer night, we gathered again around the table,
drinking with all the bugs that lit up and some that didn’t.
When Mike said: I wonder how my ex-wife is doing

When the ache was just too much, I’d skip
down the hill to the slip where you
and a small boat were always waiting.

I am not yet dead. Do not call this miracle or raise your hands in praise. First, 
you should know how long I prayed, and how I came to know the silence of the Lord.

I am born. I dream the nightroom of your body,
and in that place, you sing, build me of words