Fading Smoke by Anita McQueen

FADING SMOKE

It's so right
you take me
in flight

over rooftops and bad thoughts,
tombstone corners I've danced

squinting visions
I'll never see
my father without pain,

railroad tracks stitching the distance
where all the world is dying
stalks of corn
yellow and bent

my tears cannot help,
far flying
as you turn me
on my back,

gazing up,
stars gazing down at my resemblance,
my jeans on fire at the cuffs,

leaving a trail
fading smoke...

coughing

how could I
forget your name.


Published in Deuce Coupe- 1/31/11
Drawing by Jarrell