April Poem #7 (sample)

Nearly a Decade Later (excerpt)


Or—we are thick into year ten

not albatross, not glut, not midlife

or crisis, just a quiet decade of collection,

each season, hundreds of photographs in the cloud.


Ten years later, we drink root beer, share

salted popcorn in the back of the cinema. Dark,

packed to watch Furious 7— a franchise we both

can get behind. How many multicultural international

franchises are out there we both ask. I mean—Vin? Dwayne?

Michelle & now Tony Jaa you exclaim, of Ong-Bak fame