Underneath All Your Beautifully Glowing Sisters Poem by Robert Rorabeck

I want to make love to the coin of your lips,
And propose to you down in the glittering river walks
Of San Antonio,
And embrace in the tourism of our greatest defeats:

Oh, there are so many places we should’ve been,
So many fields of wildflowers that are still virgins;
While you are still serving your liquored cups to
Undeserving men:

Scarred, I am still starving over you in my
Parents’ basement. Dreaming of loneliness without you
In Saint Augustine,
Looking across the easy tricks from my house
of some working class
Golf course.

Do your legs scissor brown and longing
Words that I have yet to misspell. It is raining outside,
But they won’t let me back into school, because I am lying,
And the stars are so far away-

They have forgotten their lines, and now they are weeping
For dead children authors- Men who were so kind as to write
Back to all of us. They were greater than Disney World;
And look at all those stars.

Like you, they are so far away- and they are all beautiful
Women. How can I forget about them when they perpetuate themselves
Above my earth like a house of mirrors, doing everything
Angels are supposed to do,

As you lay down in a bed so far away, glowing like a candle
At his touch, forgetting the reasons for the youthful exercise of our
Long extinguished glances;
But your abandoning perfumes still remind me
Of echoing high school hallways

So I write this for you
As I drink alone underneath all your beautifully glowing sisters.