When the Evening Comes – a poem by Yash Seyedbagheri


When the Evening Comes

When the evening comes for me,
let me reach for blankets
lavender, pink, and peach
while laughing on a wind-swept night
pines swaying with me
whispering their hush
blowing needles in rich dirt
 
when the evening comes
let me laugh
one long laugh, unabashedly loud
at The Big Lebowski and pissed-on rugs and drifters
while I pronounce the Dude’s creed
abide, abide
The Dude abides
 
and when the evening comes
let the hatred of car horns, sighing at slow speeds
camo, bumper stickers, and people who flaunt double-negatives
let me shed all of that and place it in a box
when the evening comes 
let me try to speak an I-love-you
loud enough to be heard
 
and when the evening comes
let me proclaim myself ready
ready, ready like a child
while I remove my skin with haste
and don a translucent nightgown
sinking into slumber
 
upon a bright and rising moon
 

Yash Seyedbagheri is a graduate of Colorado State University’s MFA program. His stories, “Soon,”  “How To Be A Good Episcopalian,” and “Tales From A Communion Line,” were nominated for Pushcarts. Yash’s work  has been published in The Journal of Compressed Creative Arts, Write City Magazine, and Ariel Chart, among others.

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