David Colodney

David Colodney is a poet living in Boynton Beach, Florida. He is the author of the chapbook, Mimeograph, and his poetry has appeared in multiple journals. A two-time Pushcart nominee, David has written for The Miami Herald and The Tampa Tribune and currently serves as an associate editor of South Florida Poetry Journal.

It must be late if we’re listening to Dusty Springfield on vinyl

Slice me another piece of three-layer sky,
          baby, & serve it on a plate of solstice:
tonight’s dessert. It’s just us now, so let’s
          eat quietly with a Dusty
Springfield album from ‘67 crackling
          & hissing in the background.
It’s just us now & in our routine, nights
          you cook, I wash up,
pass you the handwashed
          dishes to towel dry.
We hum as Dusty sings
         breakfast in bed & borrows
minutes of our tomorrows & these days
          the wine glasses are last to go
in the sink. When the kitchen
          is clean, we sit under a sliver
of stars so we can call them ours,
         talk about how we miss the peaceful
chaos of the years when this
          house was so full we never noticed
how noisy these clouds could
          be when the TV is turned down.
The lights click on outside
          & it’s getting darker earlier, finally
getting cooler, too, after
         the hottest summer in years & since
it’s just us now, all I can tell you as side one ends
          & my glass empties is, baby, let’s
flip the record over.