Poetry Winter 2021

a selfish poem for my unsteady father

by Jessica Femenias

My father’s voice bears the weight of indignant, violent memory
a voice so heavy that he struggles to carry it
it swells and collapses and sways and stirs, and I worry that he will
fall right to the floor
right down to the floor, there with his feet
there with his head, here with me,
A constant inclination for a cold, inhospitable, merciful floor
And at the summits of the swells and the riverbeds of the valleys,
At the apogee and at the anchorage, I worry

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