{"id":4262,"date":"2013-10-13T05:53:43","date_gmt":"2013-10-13T05:53:43","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/sporkpress.com\/?p=4262"},"modified":"2013-10-13T05:53:43","modified_gmt":"2013-10-13T05:53:43","slug":"2-poems-dillon-j-welch","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thisissporkpress.com\/archive\/2013\/10\/13\/2-poems-dillon-j-welch\/","title":{"rendered":"2 Poems || Dillon J. Welch"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><strong>When We Went to the Docks<\/strong><br \/>\n&nbsp;<br \/>\n&nbsp;<br \/>\nHow else to say this to you than \u201cI left my car keys in your apartment, can I come back in?\u201d Tell me this isn\u2019t perdition at its finest. It\u2019s you &#038; me &#038; us in the rain, singing rain rain go away, we would really rather you not exist. This is me existing. This is me in a raincoat &#038; boots. This might be a metaphor for peeling, rubber pulled taut against the arches of my shoulders. Tell me we\u2019ve left the curbside outside of your apartment. Tell me we\u2019re back at the docks, the two of us floating ideas like dinghies. Look back over your shoulder at the frame you can see through your bay window. This is you looking back at an old memory of us. Tell me we\u2019re still existing, somewhere in the rain. This is us on the street, we who watch water funnel into drainpipes, down &#038; down it goes.<br \/>\n&nbsp;<br \/>\n____________________<br \/>\n<strong>When We Watched a Censored Papa Roach Video<\/strong><br \/>\n&nbsp;<br \/>\n&nbsp;<br \/>\nIt was raining outside, as it is in most memories. Some constant broken valve above clouds, tepid spring water dripping from tree branches. I remember the video you can\u2019t watch\u2014two kids frowning in a kitchen, lazy floral pattern wallpaper laughing their sadness. I saw you tear up, your viscera suffocating, no breathing, I didn\u2019t give a fuck if I cut<br \/>\n&nbsp;<br \/>\nmy hedges in the morning or at night. The headlights of my car trained straight onto bushes: this is catharsis. This is me with the mouse, clicking the red X in the top right corner. We will never watch this again. We will never see ourselves in those seats again. I tell you this now. I turn my head sideways &#038; try to say it straight: <em>We will be broken-valve-rain no more.<\/em><br \/>\n&nbsp;<br \/>\n&nbsp;<br \/>\n____________________<br \/>\n<strong>Dillon J. Welch<\/strong> is a writer from Southern New Hampshire. His work has appeared or is forthcoming in Gargoyle, PANK, Hobart, Red Lightbulbs &#038; others. He has two chapbooks: &#8220;I Fall in Love with Every Attractive Woman I Meet\u201d from NAP (May 2013) &#038; \u201cDomestic: A How-to Guide for Couples\u201d from White Knuckle Press (forthcoming, July 2013). He is Poetry Co-Editor of the online quarterly, Swarm. Find him here: <a href=\"http:\/\/ratrapss.tumblr.com\">http:\/\/ratrapss.tumblr.com<\/a><br \/>\n&nbsp;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>When We Went to the Docks &nbsp; &nbsp; How else to say this to you than \u201cI left my car keys in your apartment, can I come back in?\u201d Tell me this isn\u2019t perdition at its finest. It\u2019s you &#038; me &#038; us in the rain, singing rain rain go away, we would really rather [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1,2],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-4262","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-uncategorized","category-things"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thisissporkpress.com\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/4262","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/thisissporkpress.com\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/thisissporkpress.com\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thisissporkpress.com\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thisissporkpress.com\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=4262"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/thisissporkpress.com\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/4262\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thisissporkpress.com\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=4262"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thisissporkpress.com\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=4262"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thisissporkpress.com\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=4262"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}