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

The Day the Eastern Seaboard Went to Sleep

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