Two Poems by Tyler Gobble
OH MAGGIE WON’T YOU WANT TO BE MY VALENTINE
Your name paints itself on my water
tower whether you want it to or not
whether the tower is me standing
in your kitchen in my darkest underwear
or is an outline of a half decade of dust
I blew into the sky between us.
Every night your blinds swivel shut.
Every morning you open them.
What in the darkness you afraid to see?
A day is a day no matter what saint
or strange god it’s named for and goodnight
rhymes with some of the soothingest words
in this weirdo language of ours. Every light
in the house is on, Maggie, because we chose
to hug a little longer instead of turning them
off. The fright in your right knee seems minimal.
We’re dancing darling! Sure, maybe the white
of our eyes is destined to disappear. Still maybe
I am a silly thing worth having tonight!
WHAT A TREMENDOUS TIME WE COULD BE HAVING
after Nick Sturm
Open this box of rotini and tell me you love me
in that voice from when you asked me to shower.
The shower curtains I bought when I bought
such things were clear. I hold a soggy slip of paper
listing all that I owe you. A new pot, a bag
of Twizzlers, the deodorant you said I needed.
You owe me this feeling of how boiling pasta
makes me feel sixteen again. Also, 26 dollars.
A crow flies by but it is a shadow of an airplane.
I roll in your sheets until they smell like me instead.
I whisper into your ear but it ends up being your fan
the one that blows every night cooling nothing.
Your hairdryer is an airplane for all I know.
I make you dinner but still fail to get off the ground.