With the ashes left behind: The poetry of Alex Marchesi
To Your New Address
Dear Boy,
if I ever called you romantic,
it’d have gone straight to your head.
Dear Boy,
stop thinking what you did yesterday
matters more than what you do tomorrow.
It doesn’t.
Dear Boy,
I don’t care how long you stand
on our bridge.
I don’t care how much gasoline
I have to waste.
It will burn.
Dear Boy,
I won’t care about what you write
with the ashes left behind.
You didn’t have to stand
on our burning bridge,
making wastelands of your ski