The Day the Eastern Seaboard Went to Sleep

The night the lights went out

you took the Bic from my pocket

and lit a Marlboro candle


Our tobacco stained kitchen

didn’t mind the loss of the fridge

and the ice machine


Didn’t interrupt our voices,

because all that was left

were my words waiting for yours


We found that old radio in the attic

and out of the static and fuzz

we found out


It wasn’t just our house, our block, or state

the whole damn eastern seaboard

was taking a long vacation


So it was you and me waiting for the sun

in the darkness

wrapped in a cloud of smoke and poetry

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