Hoodie

Hoodie

A gray hoodie will not protect my son from rain, from the New England cold. I see the partial eclipse of his face as his head sinks into the half-dark and shades his eyes. Even in our quiet suburb with its unlocked doors, I fear for his safety—the darkest child on our...
Two Poems

Two Poems

THANKS FOR THE COKE   I was looking for you and I took a swim in your pool.    It wasn’t your pool. You never had a pool. It’s the house I grew up in. The pool is new. The people are new.    It was a hot night in July. No one was...
Three Poems

Three Poems

ON BECOMING A FAN lucha libre (\loo’-chah· lee’-bray\): 1. wrestling 2. Mexican style wrestling known for its high flying aerial power moves and wrestlers that use masks to abscond their identities. Don’t Blame masks. Blame smoke. Blame the tricky sorcery of shiny...
Three Poems

Three Poems

Glacier Because there are many ways to lose yourself: with a blue heart gushing into the ocean, or sighing like a city that has tired of standing. With popsicle breath, like a child in summer. To make shattering skyscrapers of your guts and sailboats of your bones....
Two Poems for Jarret

Two Poems for Jarret

Birthday Poem for Jarret Jarret, will there be an ice cream cake with your name written in tomato ketchup at your birthday party? Will there be trick candles at your birthday party, Jarret? Because I hate trick candles. Will there be any balloons at your birthday...
Two Poems

Two Poems

One Had Lived in a Room and Loved Nothing One had lived in a room and loved nothing. Full of spiders and what memory remained, one had loved and she had forgotten things. Clock stopped and aeroplane lost in the dark, and who was that voice on the telephone? One had...