(after Merle Haggard)

if we make it
through December
I’ll rest my head
in your lap
when you let me
look up at the underside
of your pointed chin
pull your thighs and cheeks
tight to my cheek
revel in the warmth of us
that’s survived
another apocalypse
I might even
lift my lips to that
point in your neck
which juts out
just barely
like a flint
or kneecap
needing attention
I’ve never loved
a bone so much
seems a lot like me
out of place and
out of touch
lonely as fuck
lean down a little
won’t you
it’s time we both
learned how to
save us
one touch at a time
because December’s
taking root
and Spring’s not
far away

Len Kuntz is a writer from Washington State and the author of four books, most recently the story collection, This is Why I Need You, out now from Ravenna Press. You can find more of his writing at

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