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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