Poem by Kyle Newman
Back when we wished
to never worship more than just
each other, before the kids
and the careers, our
marketing strategy of the year
was pulling our hands back quickly
from various faucets
spraying scalding water,
our young love displaying generational
imminent speed and power,
even though that spring
looked much the same as this one,
with moths flying and dying everywhere
in the living room where we sat
and talked about the carpet and the floor
for a while, before life got glitchy,
the apnea becoming a habit
and giant stones starting to
appear on our street, lamplights
flickering, glitter unexpectedly
dusting into our eyes.
KG Newman is a sportswriter who covers the Broncos and Rockies for The Denver Post. His first four collections of poems are available on Amazon. The Arizona State University alum is on Twitter, KyleNewmanDP. He is the poetry editor of Hidden Peak Press.
