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Delta Leo Remembers Her Nephew-Poem by David Spicer
Rosa and the Creep-Poem by David Spicer
Tribe of Two-Poem by David Spicer
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Dark Tales from Gent's Pens

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Art by Kenneth James Crist 2018

TRIBE OF TWO

 

by David Spicer

 

 

You knew how I felt about you.

We understood that and laughed

at private jokes about frowned-upon words.

On our journey through the Midwest

daylight, we discovered the no-no

of roadkill on a blacktop: a fox wearing

a pink onesie with its picture of Elvis,

patchouli in the frigid air. I’d protected you

in your cascaded blonde mane,

and we huddled like two tourists

in a phone booth. But lingering

at the best hotel in Chicago, we stole

a carton of Lucky Strikes

because nothing scared us: not the burning

chapel outside Knockemstiff, Ohio,

not the dwarf riding a hog on the freeway,

nor eating French fries at McDonald’s.

We lip synched to the Stones singing

“You Can’t Always Get What You Want,”

took turns reading Ariel.

No, even though we gently crushed

each other’s heart with love

and rode on the same bus

in matching maroon corduroy outfits—

me in my greased-back redheaded pompadour

and you slurping on a slushie’s straw—

we got what we needed,

just you and me, a tribe of two.

 

 

 

David Spicer has poems in Chiron Review, Alcatraz, Gargoyle, Furtive Dalliance, Raw, Rat’s Ass Review, The Ginger Collect, Easy Street, Yellow Mama, Ploughshares, Scab, The American Poetry Review, and elsewhere. He is the author of Everybody Has a Story and five chapbooks; his latest chapbook is From the Limbs of a Pear Tree, available from Flutter Press.

In Association with Black Petals & Fossil Publications 2018