Adam D. Weeks
“but then you say look
and the earth is coming back”
–Chloe N. Clark
I’m sure I’ve said too much, cracked
the speakers with the back of my throat—
then again, a bird can’t help
but sing in the morning. If I promise to keep
a little quieter, will you stay
to see the early light
in my eyes? If I say I can’t stop my shaking
hands and you tell me to try (a little
harder), could we call it love and blunt
this burning in the grass?
See, some girls, they want
to collect their men, and me, I want to be
clovers tacked to your dash.
Maybe if I stretch myself
into longer notes and chords you’ll lip
the words we wrote together.
Maybe if you count
your little fingers while I keep the rain above
your head, you’ll see how much I can hold
in the broad of my palm.
Adam D. Weeks is a junior undergraduate student studying creative writing at Salisbury University. He has poems published in Asterism and a poem forthcoming in Prairie Margins. He also has a fiction piece published in The Scarab.