Renewing the vows/ thomas zimmerman
So John Lee Hooker’s singing: bourbon, scotch,
and beer. He wants to get drunk, get her
off his mind. I’m sipping water, neat.
When you come back, it’s just as Emily says:
wild nights and luxury. A dog-yelp down
the block, and bird-squawks in the dimming trees.
The day’s been mist, and dark’s an hour off.
Could call it haunted: office loft a moldered
turret, I a patriarch of poltergeists.
More likely I’m the luckless guest, fat hands
and nervous sweat, a groom splayed face-down on
the altar, monk gone barking mad. I need
you now, the attic’s sour pall your veil,
to set the place ablaze, to say, “I do.”
Thomas Zimmerman teaches English, directs the Writing Center, and edits The Big Windows Review https://thebigwindowsreview.wordpress.com at Washtenaw Community College, in Ann Arbor, Michigan. His poems have appeared recently in Rasputin: A Poetry Thread, Little Rose Magazine, and Furtive Dalliance. Tom's website: https://thomaszimmerman.wordpress.com/.