Thank you for visiting my poetry site. I started writing poems to help me understand things better. It’s a tool I use to crack open a subject and poke around. If you have any thoughts feel free to contact me. I want to thank the editors who publish my work. Be well. Michael
Fairy Tale for Two Sad Men
Ever after, the son breathes
into every corner of the dim apartment, over
the petrified crumbs of his childhood,
so his newly widowed father,
on his endless journeys - kitchen to bedroom
to bathroom to window to kitchen–
will sense another: wife,
God, son. Only one will really do.
He fogs the dented doorknobs, sighs
into the lampshades,
steams each framed photograph.
When the finger smudges of the past bloom
from the tarnish,
it will be time to fly those forever miles
to a coast far, far away from Queens.
The son exhales over his mother’s plump
stalwart face, his sepia brother drooling, his late uncle’s
Had he captured just one
of his mother’s breaths, he could have melted it
into a candle. His father would keep it by his bed,
the flame breathing all night with him.
Appeared in Little Patuxent Review, Summer 2019