At 32 Poems we’re suckers for a good love lyric, and this Valentines Day we want to share one of our favorites from Old Flame: the First Ten Years of 32 Poems Magazine. We hope you enjoy Evan Beaty’s “Come On,” and if you’d like to take this to the next level, well, you can pick up your copy of the anthology from the good people at WordFarm here.
—for Sarah Shepherd
Kick off you sandals; the grass is wet
and will help your blisters. Summers
come quicker the closer you are. Tiptoe
into my arms, murmur the language
of cream and vapor, all agate eye-glint
and rising hum of afternoon. Already
I forget the name of this small, bright stream.
But there is cold chicken in the basket.
Take it out, spread all the good things
you’ve brought before me on the blanket.
Hold ice in your fist and drip the cold melt
onto my shut eyes, where red
and purple phosphenes will burst
from black. I’ll carry you back,
if you like. My hands have grown stronger
because I fight.
Come on, let’s get some dirt
under those pretty red nails,
Evan Beaty received his MFA from the University of Virginia in 2009. His poems appear in Southern Review, Hayden’s Ferry Review, Cave Wall, Crab Orchard Review, and elsewhere.