Sometimes I wonder what it might feel like
to live just outside town
in a house where folks keep night up too late
and I’d write you a song
and lay out our lives in chorus and verse—
call up our living in a simple way.
But I’ve never picked up a guitar. Never felt
its smooth neck in my arms
or felt the tension go out of its strings like t
he slow chill of a summer’s end.
I’ve heard it’s having a revival resting
on its wide river and it’s time to go.
Sometimes, I think how it might be to buy
that spot out of town with the money
I saved—anyone could stay the night.
And you’d look over one night like Dolly’s
song I sing inside, imagining I wrote it
for you, take me back to where we started from.
Jeffrey Perkins (he/his) received his MFA from Bennington College and his poems have been published in Memorious, The Massachusetts Review, The Southampton Review, The Cortland Review, Mid-American Review, and The Adroit Journal, among other journals. His first book of poems, Kingdom, was released in 2020 from Spork Press. He was a 2019 Artist-in-Residence at the Watermill Center and lives in Los Angeles