Pacey Poems
Us as Skeletons in the Creek
On the front lawn across the creek
Potter goes to France
Dawson’s in his head about it while Jen’s grandfather bites it
How I don’t bite it is an enigma
Instead, take Jen take Dawson
Our houses are empty like skeletons so I fill them with: sardonic attitude,
creek water behind wild gesticulation, biting parting words and a double-take that exposes hope
is the thing with bowling shirts, relaxed-relaxed fit denim,
Dawson’s necklace, Jen’s hair number
And Dawson, what did she say to you???
I thought that this is what I wanted. For you to see me as beautiful. For you to look at
me the way you look at Jen. But the truth is, that's not really what I want at all.
She can’t do it, I bet
Boat in creek soon
But if she can do it I can do it
Do it: frost my tips
Us as True Love
Maybe I am what you remember
from that first night
Yawn-arm around Ms. Jacobs
or ghost-speak with Andie and that dead brother of hers
But you look at me/
convince me
True Love
Fade and then return, except for the fade bit
Two poems excerpted from The Collected Works of Pacey Witter
