“New Love Under Watchful Bob” by Jameson Jones

It was 3:00 a.m. when we first spoke
in your room. Under the eyes of Bob Dylan,
I dreamt of subterranean love,
our voices frozen together in glacial ice.

In your room under the eyes of Bob Dylan,
we exist, me and you, speaking with
our voices, frozen together in glacial ice.
It’s cold. We both wear sweaters, which means

we exist, me and you speaking, with
wool and dye and Rooibos, because when
it’s cold, we both wear sweaters, which means
we instagram and follow blogs about

wool and dye and Rooibos. Because, when
I think of you, I think of us, and photos of us.
We instagram and follow blogs about
first impressions and first encounters.

I think of you I think. Of us, and photos of us,
and how they make me remember you,
first impressions and first encounters.
It was 3:00 a.m. when we first spoke in your room.

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Jameson is a poet and writer based out of Seattle, WA. He graduated from Bates College in 2015 with a BA in English and Creative Writing, for which he wrote a year long creative poetry thesis focusing on sexuality, queerness, and ex-Mormonhood. In his free time, Jameson likes to go for long walks, blog about social justice and music, and make feeble attempts at whistling. He has previously been published in SEED Magazine.

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