On Want

After Andrew Patterson鈥檚 The Vast of Night

Adam D. Weeks


Say there is something in the sky. Say there isn鈥檛. Say we
are just walking the streets at night, beneath yellow lights

and clouds that could hold anything鈥擨 want to know
what you would tell me. Say there鈥檚 some strange sound
on the radio, say this is found only on frequency. Listen

to the little orchestra behind us, the score behind our beautiful
banter. Say we don鈥檛 mind this town around us, we don鈥檛

mind this world around us, say this is us stepping into sky.
Say there鈥檚 your answer, unfiltered, brought to you

by me. Let鈥檚 leave this could-be roadside stop, this tiny
mom and pop shop, let鈥檚 look to the woods. We鈥檝e been
seen through screen and flickering, we鈥檝e been left

begging for the right number to call but this isn鈥檛 the time
for that. Say we stay outside, we skip the car ride. Say we take

the time to tell another story. I can鈥檛 help but wonder
at the music of our bodies, at how we can hold this

conversation through the static, through the broadcast
interruptions and subtle station changes鈥擨 can鈥檛 just keep you
on the line. Say this is us coming closer or coming clean.

Say all we are is sitting in a high school stadium or radio station,
we鈥檙e standing in a field, chins tilted up in awe, bodies bathed

in light and pulled with wind. Say we hold, each other
and our litany of reasons, close. 

草榴社区 the Author

Adam D. Weeks has a BA in Creative Writing from Salisbury University and currently lives in Baltimore. He is the social media manager for The Shore and a founding editor of Beaver Magazine. He won the 2022 Third Wednesday Poetry Contest, has been a Pushcart Prize nominee, and has poetry published or forthcoming in Fugue, Poet Lore, Sugar House Review, Sweet: A Literary Confection, Sycamore Review, and elsewhere.