sho Forever | The Poetry of Lee Kisling

Forever

Soon to be published in Oberon Poetry Magazine

 

Forever

Forty years ago in a Congregational church,
having
no sense of proportion, we promised to love

each other forever. At that time in my life,
remember,
I didn’t even own a watch.

What I knew about forever, street corners and minutes
waiting
for the cross-town bus.

But listen: each year, after I die, I’ll speak to you
through
the floor vent in the day room.

And if you miss my call, that’s okay
having
as promised, plenty of time,

and when you pass away, I’ll be there waiting on
Highway 18
by the YOU’RE LEAVING IOWA sign.

When the sea rises, when the cities fall just a blink past
midnight
on our frogmarch to eternity—

when the sun explodes, turning earth into a cinder, I
will
love you like a teenager on forever’s old sofa

ever and ever, always together, you a white notebook,
me a red pen
just itching to write your name.