Tennessee Twilight

Alfred Fournier

I’m tending weeds in the place he dreamed

we’d have, far from home. A modest piece

of wooded green, where we could be ourselves,

he’d say. It’s getting hot. The air is thick


with past decisions and the day etched out.

I’ve sorted through the papers now, the legal

work is done. No more long drives to doctors.

It’s mealtimes I dread. Shopping for one.


A question circles without rest: Who was I

before he came, tall and sweet? The night

we sat inside his Mercury and he

spilled over me, a saltwater shower,


until morning drowned us in the certainty

we’d be together for the rest of our lives.

 
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Alfred Fournier is an entomologist and community volunteer living in Phoenix, Arizona. He coordinates poetry workshops and open mics for a local nonprofit. His poetry and prose have appeared in The New Verse News, Deluge, Plainsongs, Lunch Ticket, The Main Street Rag and elsewhere.