" 'Feathered Indians' Was Playing
on the Radio" by Michael Gebelein
you had the covers pulled up to your chin
and you said
‘you can never, ever, ever write about this’
I told you that I couldn’t promise anything
but I waited a couple of weeks before I thought
it would be safe to say that there, in that moment
I knew this story from front to back
how we’d see the sand and the ocean
streak across each other's backs
gravel roads in June
red wine in the afternoon and
dog kisses at midnight.