I have no anger for you

I have only: 

the brass shimmer of cymbals

struck with a whisper of steel strands

I have only a memory of a dark hallway

in a house I must have dreamed existed

because our street itself had transformed

from some monstrous hill

to a place where we could walk

under a desert sun

to a desert mall

Everything is so far away when you’re small

it took us hours to cross the street

but you had friends there

so I took one of their names

and because I followed this name

everything about you seemed so much closer 

So now there are things I might want to give you,

like anger

but really it is a collection of feelings 


and so: far away

just as you are now too

Kyle Studstill