All week, I have been anticipating sitting down and seeing what sparks fly come Friday. Now that the lights are blown and Saturday is in full swing, it’s time to see how Ashley, Cindy and my worlds intersected… Welcome to Week #2 of the Friday Night Lights Project!
Friday, January 20
You ask me about superheroes.
(It is dark; the dog ran out his door
to bark at a car, someone looking for
their own dog still out at this hour.)
I say they are alert to any absence;
that’s how they know to save the day.
You ask about their weakness.
(We are switching off the kitchen light;
something on the floor clinks metallically
but we cannot see it. That might make us fall.)
I say the remedy to kryptonite is distance;
it is not a permanent condition.
You ask if they have a strength potion.
(I am combing my hair; the brush crackles
electricity in me. My whitened teeth have
a considerable glow.)
I say it is made of comfort, appears as needed;
(hot shower, cashmere robe.)
Teenage boys splutter. Their familiar
poison blisters even the thick skin
of January roads. Tar steams. Young
girls purple with perfume insist
on one more drink. Eyes and lips half
open: a duet it seems? Kleenex and
condoms crumpled in the street. Flat
as day old lemonade, stars rupture.
Swigging beer and blood, they sing
out of tune. Overheating taxis lower
their sails. The scraps of us, don’t forget
these pieces. Temptation spans the city.