Letters from Ithaca, NY

from by Jacob Miller



Do you think it's alright if I see you tonight
in a dream about a crooked knife?
I'm afraid that you're Perseus wrapped up in so many lines
and you're going to come for my sight

Do you think it's alright if you're Agamemnon and I'm in the bath taking sides?

I think that I'll drive from Montour to Spencer through Ithaca in the dead of the night.
And the cold highway lights neither beacons nor guides like sons coming home they fly

And darling, I see you in my mind,
thinking up the words to the perfect lie.

Do you think I'll wait, while you're still away stack the postcards beneath my ring
Do you think I'll hold onto your old wooden bow
and the memories that sleep in my arms?

I think you'll stay, mistaken for shapes that the cold moonlight makes in the dark

Do you think I'll wait, disappear in this shroud across Seneca Lake
for year after year after year?
I don't think you can hear.

Do you think it's alright, if I see you tonight?
Took my loom to the pawnshop and spent the 36 bucks on a knife
so tonight, you're Agamemnon and I'm in the bath changing sides.

Lover, in parts unknown,
please don't come home.


from Changing Signs, released April 21, 2016



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