My Falsetto Leopard Print Is A Dream Of Alec Baldwin
MY FALSETTO LEOPARD PRINT IS A DREAM OF ALEC BALDWIN
For Joe Cooper
Driving home from visiting I imagine what terrible farmers we’d make if we were farmers
We’d be terrible defending our farm from the roaming German hoard of radioactive wild boars
But we’d probably be good at letting wildflowers shape the fields while livestock grazes in sunshine
The road curves contracts and expands a butterfly tandem
files a spiral groove above
I listen to Fleet Foxes
I listen to Pet Sounds
I remember looking up from our collaborations as you lurched towards the bathroom to puke, feeling bad like I should help, but what’s the point, though I see how it’s a gesture, vomiting’s a private (and automatic) thing
I listen to High Violet (think private thoughts)
I think “my falsetto leopard print is a dream of Alec Baldwin”
I remember hugging goodbye on your lawn this morning you were wearing your pink Hot Whiskey tee while your landlord watched us (I wasn’t embarrassed)
I listen to Love’s Forever Changes and remember how we talk jokes until the words tip in place a little
If we were farmers, we could clear the range and wander while
grass grows on the bark of a fallen trunk
Maybe we wouldn’t make such bad farmers really
