“Sometime in the Morning”
This poem was originally published on The Pittsburgher’s predecessor, The Dog Door Cultural.
I’m a cut ribbon and I want to be
tied around your wound. But
you don’t have one and you’re
asleep now so I guess I’ll just
have to wait. Hopefully it will
be hot enough to go to Weissensee
today and we can swim naked
and drink clear wine. Neither
of us have ever known a curfew.
I’d say “perhaps our children will
never have to know one too” but
we already decided against kids. I
like how in the sun you tan so easy
and how your back feels like the pan
left on our new cooker. I like how you
constantly tell me you love summer.
Before you I never cared for it but
now that I’m with you, I suppose I do. ▲
Scott Fitzgerald is an Irish writer living in Berlin. He is currently working on his first collection of poems, entitled “feminine soldiers and masculine milkmaids.”