The new Air Jordans she’d been flexing at crew call on shooting day 41 of 59 are missing their treads, have been shoved into a plastic bag with her name on it hanging at the end of her hospital bed.
Pickup ( and other poems)
Hear the warbling neighbors and grinning/
children, nervous and amiable, a clashing/
band of flames dancing at the threshold.
Like a Dazzle
We called it the Dick Book, but it wasn’t actually a book. It was a magazine—Teen Beat, Kirk Cameron on the cover—with several polaroids of a naked man tucked in between pages.