En Route

“Musicians and night-club proprietors lead complicated lives; it’s advisable to check in advance to confirm engagements.”
—The New Yorker

There’s a poem in there
somewhere if

I can just unbuckle
all the belts

wrapped around
our faulty limbs
and hearts. I think

of death and dying
to be born
when I read

exquisite poems. I do
die a little
when I read yours

is another way
of saying

there’s sex
going on
between those lines.

4 thoughts on “En Route”

Ah, now I know what was between the lines… Actually, it is the working title for the novel in process. Good poem!

there is something different to this one, though I cannot point out and say what.

Night & Day Poems of Amy Nash