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2015

I Went and It Was No Fun At All

QU Montage

By Tanner Celestin

How to pack for an experience of a lifetime! You
must leave room for maps – the kind with brand 
new creases like a baby’s finger bent
around a dad-sized pinky.
Leave your bathing suits in your childhood
closet along with your piles of glitter paint.
You must like fuzzy hats, you must spit out
fluff from your scarf when it gets in
your mouth. Find hands for six pairs of new mittens.
Stuff them in your pockets like you 
don’t need to point when you ask 
the people where to go.
What a life! It’s an airplane after
hugging your dad goodbye. Pack a phone
with bad reception. You won’t 
hear him crying when he says 
he misses you already. Drag your suitcase
like you know how all of this goes.

 

I Went and It Was No Fun At All

By Tanner Celestin

My dad mails me flash drives with nine-minute 
videos of my dog swimming in our pool.
I keep a state flag pinned above my bed. I dream
of bears and it’s the best I’ve got. I shove maps
stained with highlighters into a box.
My dog doesn’t know my voice over
the phone when I talk about new people.
My dad never answers the house phone. I fly
six hours to live in a new house. My dad built
a sandcastle but I couldn’t take it with me.
I pet the people’s dogs on the street and they look
at me like what when I call them all Ben. 
This time I walk patterns in the snow until my lawn
says HI DAD. My dad says HI back 
when I send him pictures in wet socks.
 

I Went and It Was No Fun At All

By Tanner Celestin

Do you want to come with me?
The people wear black and talk in harsh accents.
I can’t understand but I feel what they mean.
If you come with me we can talk and talk nicely.
Let’s think about our ears as left shoes and our mouths 
as the right ones.
The people have eyes like we don’t like you 
and that’s okay but I’m still sad.
Come with me and press your hand between
my shoulder blades and forward down their streets.
I wear earmuffs when it’s cold and it’s always cold here.
The people think I can’t hear but I feel it
in their eyes like we can see you’re strange.
Please come with me so I can see my house
from the way you talk about winter.