meet me in front of a jazz club

in new orleans; there i’ll kiss you


hard. you have been lover

to me through lives upon deaths, your fingers


spread in my hair, your demolition kiss

a wrecking ball through love affairs


& marriages. but that night, before i knew

your kiss so well, it was & we were two martinis drunk


one after the other; the steering wheel biting

my ribs, my hands clutching at anything


under the headrest behind you.  Surprised at the bar,

still standing when we emerged:


I wondered how, having spent a lifetime of breath

in that one kiss, how the things of this world remain standing.


–Jennifer woodworth

Many thanks to Flashquake, who first published this poemin slightly different form in 2009.

About Fish Clamor

Writer--poems, fiction, flash, essays, hybrid essays, sketch comedy on a great day, too. First prose chapbook, _How I Kiss Her Turning Head_, published by Monkey Puzzle Press, May 2014, is available from me--just email me--jen at This domain name. Follow me on twitter @fishclamor! Thank you so much for stopping by! --Jennifer Woodworth
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