Your bullpen jumpsuit was bright orange
on the morning I told the judge
you were a good man.
Months later, the terrible applause of pool balls
rolled through me as I walked home,
and the heft of summer kept me
from flinging myself into trees.
The women on the street came in shapes
like the smooth, brown bodies of guitars.
Everyone wants a love to crawl back to,
everyone wants to forgive the rose for dying.
You used to make all our friends
jealous of my laughter,
turned every room vignette.
About the writer:
Most recently, Laura Minor’s poetry has appeared in or is forthcoming from Burrow Press – Fantastic Floridas, Queen Mob’s Teahouse, Berfrois, Hobart, Spring Gun Press, and elsewhere. She earned an MFA in poetry from the Sarah Lawrence College and is currently a Ph.D. candidate in poetry at Florida State University.
Image: “The Lovers’ Whirlwind–Francesca da Rimini and Paolo Malatesta” by William Blake. Pen and ink and watercolour (374 x 530 mm). 1824-27. Public domain.