A Poem For Saturday


by Alice Quinn and Chris Bodenner

"Waking in Greenpoint in Late August" by D. Nurkse:

We wanted so much that there be a world
as we lay naked on our gray-striped mattress,
staring up at trowel mark on the eggshell-blue ceiling
and waiting, waiting for twilight, darkness, dawn,
marriage, the child, the hoarse names of the city—
let there be a universe in which these lovers can wash
at the pearling spigot, and lick each other dry.

(From A Night in Brooklyn: Poems © 2012 by D. Nurkse. Reprinted with the permission of D. Nurkse and Alfred A. Knopf. Photo by Laura Nahmias.)