Fear and Loathing (Comin’ and Goin’)
I come to party, I show up alone,
I feel the beat on my feet, and I’m soloing.
I sing sunshine hits in the club.
Sunshine hits baby. That’s just how I live, lawd—
And Lord was like—
I fled the scene,
done all I possibly could. The way it works is,
sunshine hits something and so, there is something.
Gradually, you become unlike that something
You used to hold. I had held a cassette tape
in my hands, had held
a church in my hands,
had held it with heavy hands, had felt love
Like adrenaline, to which no one in the church spoke.
I had heard music emanating
from a cassette player, had heard it in church,
had looked into the pastor’s eyes, had held her eyes
In my hands, had felt her love like a fee.
what your poems are about. Whatever it is
got me laughing.
Copyright © 2018 Anaïs Duplan. This poem originally appeared in the Los Angeles Review of Books. Used with the permission of the author.