because you do not

love me and I do not

love you and you do

not love the diner marquees and I

do not love the rain blanketing the

backfields-

Something very indifferent about this poem strikes me as making it sound complacent. I love the way the words feel, coming off the page and into the head, and the images it gives. Wonderful.

Colloquial and very natural. The fast pace of the poem fits the running image identically, and the rhythm of the second stanza is like a musical bridge. It's an easy read and a very pleasant one at that.

You have no idea how disheartening it is to read this when I am under writer's block, and even if I weren't, too untalented to write something of this caliber. Blech.

(*but hugs you for this awesome poem*)

i love how you wrote this, the words just melt together and its great.

it sounds breathless, and it makes me breathless when I read it, especially in the first stanza. i love how you endedbegan the lines in the second stanza, it was obviously well thought out and works perfectly. 3rd stanza's my favourite. "multilingual methods of indifference.." ahm.

T.S.

I am laughing as well

imagining kyle watson running to

Mexico with the orange juice sun

abovehead and trying to avoid the

dinner marquees

And I shudder too

because I can also imagine

his terrible little smile and

what must have been a squeal of the

tires from driving through

the first-spring rain, though

the rain itself is not something

to shudder about.

And kyle, I am thinking, is reckless

trying to run to mexico

and act indifferent in

two languages.

EG

but kyle, I am sure, is probably

beautiful like the rest,

beautiful in (not) trying

for mexico and