Lemme Hear You Say Yeah
We rode the turntable
till the song
made no sense. That bit at
the end is back-
wards. And afterwards I said
to Libby, lemme
take off your wimple. She
was that kind
of sandcastle. Later, regretting
our intimacy,
I asked for her hand in mortgage.
She said, take
me to the fairgrounds and leave
me with the rides.
All the yesterdays accordion
now. And Libby,
that bright face of wanton list,
stays there like a star.
Like a star in the morning, a
real live transparency.
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Corey Mesler is the owner of Burke’s Book Store, in Memphis, Tennessee, one of the country’s oldest (1875) independent bookstores. He has published poetry and fiction in numerous journals including Rattle, Pindeldyboz, Quick Fiction, Cranky, Thema, Mars Hill Review, and Poet Lore. He has also been a book reviewer for The Memphis Commercial Appeal. A short story of his was chosen for the 2002 edition of New Stories from the South: The Year’s Best. Talk, his first novel, appeared in 2002 and included nice blurbs from Lee Smith, John Grisham, Robert Olen Butler, Frederick Barthelme, and others. He has a new novel, We Are Billion-Year-Old Carbon. He has 8 chapbooks in print. His poem “Sweet Annie Divine,” was chosen for Garrison Keillor’s The Writer’s Almanac. He also claims to have written “It’s my Party.” Most importantly, he is Toby and Chloe’s dad and Cheryl’s husband. He can be found at www.coreymesler.com.
