Gravity My Favorite Power
As music leads to trouble
Which we are out of fresh
Day old trouble bad
For business and also
These creaking joints
Driving a red pick-up truck
From the eighties
Scanning the radio
Only country will do
I didn’t even know
Old-fashioned car windows
Could pop out like this
Fashioning a vent
Out of movement, design
Like the static buzz
At the end of the right kind
Of song, humming
Jesus is the only swear
I have access to now
So Jesus tell me
Why does it always feel
Like this; inevitable
On the highway from
Homewood to Hopewell
Watching the air hockey table
We strapped to the truck bed
In the full heat of June
You ask so often
If the table is steady
That I want the thing to fall
Gravity my favorite power
Wave Behavior
Circular as a star
One thread at a time
Your windshield crack illuminates
Between streets I recognize
I see us drive across town
I see us pass the intersection
Beneath the spider of light
Which like a God
Refuses to absolve
Only pointing in turns
Towards that which is
True I know
Your eyes in the
Dark on the road
The radio a mind
Reader to be
Stuttered, silenced
Sang
We are talking
About the ferris wheel
I found you on
Four years ago
Swearing you’d never—
There’s a familiarity to it
I won’t dare explain
Unlike anyone I’ve ever
Met before except
For that one other person
Can’t help how
Much I like that
You listen
With your teeth
Anne Gerard lives in Las Vegas, where she is pursuing an MFA. Born in Detroit, and raised in the midwest, she misses the Great Lakes every day.
