The Saturday Club

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“The Saturday Club,” by Josh Bettinger, appears in the Winter 2019 Issue of MQR.

I wanted to tell you
but decided against it
because the cut of the weekend is real—
I did not wash the car
I am not on a diet
I watched the finale without you
but my love runs through the blackened yard
like a shifty dog from the pound.

How can I spend this life on you.
Childish decisions move clumsily into the day—
this acceptance of fugue
and sustained valuation—we are not a cult.
We are not a science.

We are a tiny gravity—but so aware of it
that we knock on doors knowing
an eruption of people might occur
so we shelter
our faces, cover our hands: tighten our hearts.

Every finite human walks
into the dreaming crash
like a cloud of sugar about to happen in the dark.

 

Purchase MQR 57:5 or consider a one-year subscription to read more. This poem appears in the Winter 2019 Issue of MQR.

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