Friday Nights and Mornings by Evelyn Deshane

We are hooking up

That’s what the kids are calling it now

Hooking, like a fish, plenty of them in the sea

Hooking, like cupid’s arrow hitting something

Snagging it for a little while, long enough to make sure

We are okay with our morning decisions

But there is still the night and the faded phone numbers

The smeared writing on a palm. Call back?

No. This is hooking up!

This is a new form of liberation

For me, but I don’t know how much I like

The feeling of empty sheets after they have been full

Hooking up, like a chain of people in paper

The kind you used to make as a child

Hooking up, hooked, and crooked

We are drawn atop paper so thin it tears at touch.

We are hooking up

Our hands link without a promise for the future

No rings, no barricade or tired and dull trope

Just hands, holding me, on top of me

And then the weight of the morning sun outside

Begging us awake and back to work

We are hooking up, again, maybe in the future

No promises left to keep anymore

Yet we are walking down different streets

Apart from one another, avoiding eye contact

The sun not sure who to follow.

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Jeremiah Walton

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