Jessica

By Israfel Sivad

from his poetry collection, Indigo Glow, available here.

By the time I got to Oklahoma,
I started thinking of you.
Not a poem in my head for days,
and now, I don’t know what to do.

I pulled over at the side of the road,
grabbed my notepad off the floor,
ran my fingers through my hair…
and set ink to line once more –

Smoking Newports cross the country,
listening to the Rolling Stones. There’s
a rock forming in my soul. It blocks
the snowy waters, turns them into rap...