I regret never saying we
enough
I’ll bury my needle
as allegory or violent outburst
whichever comes first
that hot rock feeling
smoldering in chest and arm
the earth claims me
like ten new lovers
I regret every color but orange
every echo but the mud
from which I came and I return (this is no longer regret)
this is sleeping in cardboard
a grass-stained guitar
a carved-out life
a bottomless cup
I love orange
but regret white
I regret never saying we
until it was too late
Lane Chasek’s work has appeared or is forthcoming in Atlanta Review, The Daily Drunk, Hobart, North Dakota Quarterly, perhappened, South Dakota Review, Taco Bell Quarterly, and various other journals. Lane is the author of the experimental biography Hugo Ball and the Fate of the Universe (Jokes Literary, 2020), as well as the poetry collections A Cat is not a Dog (The Alien Buddha, 2021) and Dad During Deer Season (the winnow, 2022). Lane’s first novel, She Calls Me Cinnamon, is forthcoming from Pski’s Porch.
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