in your prius
let me imagine that we will return here
noonlight generous through the windshield
where we are going I couldn’t say
and wouldn’t want to
with noonlight generous through the windshield
I’m scared to lean into
scared you wouldn’t want to
this humming quiet between us
I’m scared to lean into
like silver water undisturbed
this humming quiet between us
every half glance is a wonder a chance
to disturb the silver water
as delicate as breath
every half glance a wonder a chance
the greens of your eyes
as delicate as breath
where we are going I couldn’t say
[far into the greens of your eyes]
let me imagine that we will return here
D.S. Waldman is a writer living on Kumeyaay land, in San Diego, California, where he teaches creative writing. His work has most recently appeared in Copper Nickel, Poetry International, Los Angeles Review, and Tar River. In 2019, he received two Pushcart Prize nominations and was selected by Ishion Hutchinson as winner of the Foothill Editor’s Prize. He holds a BA from Middlebury College and is currently enrolled in the MFA program at San Diego State University.