In The Movie Theatres Poem by Robert Rorabeck

Now I am laughing- and you are gone,
Back again to the cathedrals of
Your brother’s arms:
Brown arms, sinking in the feelings of a roller rink:
Sinking in through all of Christmas
While we tried kissing ourselves
And turning out like children
Into another holiday- and selling ourselves:
I suppose you could have never been there,
But it was still our movie
Through the bosoms of the mountains,
And I suppose you could never have been there,
But it still felt strange to be alright,
As our mother and father still felt strange
Making love in their bed forever,
As they did at night:
As couples in the movie theatres of I don’t
Know-
As strangers kissing each other lucratively
As it begins to
Snow.