pome
kerry
The
poem
began
like
eyes
opening
.
They
thought
of
the
houses
littered
on
the
opposite
side
of
the
train
tracks.
Late
nights
in
the
future
,
yellow
walls
,
Skin
creasing
over
bright
bones
like
glow
-sticks.
Her
neck
expanded
as
she
reached
to
kiss
his
forehead
.
He
caught
a
milky
smell
.
He
had
first
caught
it
In
the
car
with
the
windows
down
when
they
pretended
to
live
in
the
1940s.
Her
body
swelled
and
twisted
and
he
held
her
two
-handed
Like
a
sack. Presses
fingers
to
ribs
Like
hushing
a
pair
of
lips
.
The
next
poem
began
when
they
were
standing
on
a
sidewalk
And
the
orange
and
brown
leaves
were
skating
And
tiptoeing
all
around
awnings
and
crackled mailboxes.
Their
hands
were
the
color
of
their
tongues
,
raw
and
chapped
and
cold
.
It
was
a
man
dragging
a
lawnmower
that
passed
Behind
the
dead
hydrangeas,
was
only
a
cat
.
A
tabby
with
a
dragging
tail.
Do
you
know
who
baked
that
man
?
she
asked
.
He
pulled
off
his
boot afterward
and
all
the
skin
went
with
it
.
We
used
to
smear
school
glue
all
over
our
hands
and
then
try
to
pull
it
off
in
one
sheet
.
Remember
that
?
And
you
had
the
puppets
and
I
had
the
kettle
And
we
wore
canvas
shoes
.
Everyone
was
our
friend
then
.
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