His burnt-orange t-shirt,
black letters above the image
of an AR-15, the slogan:
“quickest way to a man’s heart.”
I’d describe him, but why bother?
My shrink left town,
so I’ll ask myself, how
did that make you feel,
that T-shirt? How? Like
the other night when a sound
woke me, not the thumpety-thump,
thumpety-thump of the cats playing
but the thump-scrape, thump-scrape
of something dragging itself
down the hall to my bedroom.
Like that.
Published in Open Arts Forum on .
I've lived in Tucson since 1953 and retired in 2008 from teaching writing at Pima Community College.
My poems have appeared in journals like [iCarolina Quarterly, Barrow Street, RATTLE, and [iNew Poets of the American West. Free Hugs, my 13th poetry collection, was just published by Coyote Arts (Albuquerque). To order or for more information about my poetry, visit
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