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| 1. tell me sometime how you waited for that girl. the one you whistled at. the one you thought you could love. the one in chicago who waited for you at the doorstep. the one with whom you always calmed. when she wore a red dress, she'd tuck her shoes summer-like under the porch while her mama chaperoned and you would find her like a lyric—all song like and loving. never knowing the 'hatchie river was coming. 2. tell me how you waited for a whole new way of looking at night. the sky like one bad bruise. the sound of the trees like too many whippings. the smell of a southern night like iron, blood ache and a belly full of terror. tell me how you laughed on the street like a fourteen year old boy only playin. just playin. 3. tell me the spirits called you by name emmett till. called your nightstruck boy body into the cloudless sky. let you eat air cold like ice cream in your mama's favorite store. let you swallow it like cold lemonade. let you fly like cricket noise.
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