I was driving, you took over the stereo. That Lucinda song
I’d never heard. Lodestar too. We ate bad pizza.
You beat me at Skee-ball. We must have looked at the falls—
I remember how nervous you were at the blackjack table.
How I learned you are afraid of heights, handsome
in any T-shirt. How I dared you to charm the girl
at the prize counter, just so I could watch you—
I held your hand, wanted to take your arm.
I’d never heard. Lodestar too. We ate bad pizza.
You beat me at Skee-ball. We must have looked at the falls—
I remember how nervous you were at the blackjack table.
How I learned you are afraid of heights, handsome
in any T-shirt. How I dared you to charm the girl
at the prize counter, just so I could watch you—
I held your hand, wanted to take your arm.
It’s almost impossible to imagine you then,
in that tacky motel,
in that tacky motel,
not yet my partner, no longer my friend, so newly
my lover. The roar of the water— even when you don’t hear it,
my lover. The roar of the water— even when you don’t hear it,
it pours and pours, erasing the rock underneath.

I Can Hear You, Can You Hear Me?
Niagara Falls by Nolan Natasha was published in their book I Can Hear You, Can You Hear Me (Invisible Publishing, 2019) and the performed version is the second episode of I Can Hear You, Can You Hear Me? YouTube channel. On this channel Nolan creates videos inspired by poems and short narratives.