Notes From the Night Of
Trains by field homes under sky and shadow.
The town quiet. Back in this basement
music and drugs throw the night into memory.
Then, passage meant something different,
less escape. Tell me what you cannot forget
and I will tell you who you are.
The heart a sorrow-maker, beauty in her little lies.
Responsible for tyranny, for the areas of escape.
See the low trees that carry suspicion.
See the years of loving her
and ask where it’s gotten you now.
Tanner Lee lives in Ogden, Utah. His writing has appeared or is forthcoming in Hobart, West Trade Review, Weber: The Contemporary West, The Comstock Review, and Entropy Mag. Find him on twitter @heytannerlee