We bought our Ford Falcon
for $200. There were spiders
in the ashtrays.

You kept a closet full of
men’s XL shirts and always
used the upstairs bathroom.

The dogs slept with us,
longwise, like dogs. And
then the dogs died.

It was colder in October
than February. The leaves
kept on falling.

Shawn turned twelve
then saddled up Copper
and rode away.

You left me at the airport
with $200 and three shirts.
Men’s medium.

Selected byMaria Mazzenga
Image credit:Dave_7

Eliot Jacobson is a retired professor of mathematics and computer science who has had a lifelong love affair with poetry.  Eliot has published several poems over the years but considers himself to be more of an affectionate spectator than a writer himself.  Some of Eliot’s recent work can be found on his personal website www.ijmp.org.