Fall 2016 (Volume 20, Issue II): 20th Anniversary Issue
SIX INCHES AWAY
for Patrick Carroll—
For years of summer, I rove the foyer
of our hometown, which so long you defined for me,
listening for your breath, lead singer
The hand that crafted the drawing, now erasing, cannot erase the drawing.
Castle made of moat. Pistons Lose Big Ben. Slow
in June, and when one sees
a man’s vitals flooded
by thick mucus
there’s no good way
to feel about that, but, Jesus,
Pat, I wore your lungs
like a cape.