Ready or Not

By | 1 August 2021
Under the railway bridge,
the creek smokes cattails.
Sweat courses your clavicle
like bubbles on a bottle
of Coke. In your childhood
kitchen, your father said,
Marry a man who loves you
like I love your mother.

And you did—
one who opened his hand
like a map,
and kept it flat
when he hit you.

Honey, take courage.
Hear the train just there.

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