ReluctancePublished in The Louisville Review Fall 2008 Vol. 64

The Spare Tire
Is constantly afraid
That one day
It will be his turn
To start carrying the weight
Of the car
In which
He has been riding
 
Once
A while back
He whispered his fears
To the windshield wipers
But in silent judgment
They just shook their heads
 
And so
He cowers
Under the cover
Lays low in the dark
And on rainy days
He keeps
Particularly
Quiet
 
Often
The Spare Tire
Counts his blessings
One Two Three Four
One Two Three Four
 
Admits that
Actually
If it were not
For the constant fear
Being a spare
Is not at all a bad job
 
True
A little unexciting
But being a regular tire
In daily use
Seems really
Terrifying
 
Already
Deep furrows of worry
Zigzag and wrap
His forehead
Round
And round
 
Desperate
He reads all library books
He finds
Forgotten in the trunk
Listens to any backseat gossip
Of erudite passengers
And radio talks
With famed psychiatrists
To try to grasp
Where his reluctance
Comes from
 
Believe me
He is deeply ashamed
And feels unworthy
Compared to the wheels
Propelling progress
Pulling heavy loads
Rolling their radial faces
Over highways
And dirt
Roads
 
How
He envies
The way they carry
Themselves
How
He wishes
He were like they –
So confident
And groovy
 

The First Time I Tried to Leave HomePublished on Anderbo February 2008

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The MostPublished on Best Poem June 2008

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My Boyfriend Reports to the Induction CenterPublished in Free Inquiry October/November 2008 Vol. 28 No. 6

His mother, his father
His sister and I
Took him to the garrison
 
His head was shaved
His face was pale
His heart was fast
 
Men with epaulets
Took all boys away
And said that if we wait a bit
We will see them again
In their uniforms
 
I waited standing by the door
Then sitting on the floor
Then over there on the bench
Then by the bus
 
His sister left
To do her work
And I left
After her
 
My hair was long
My face was wet
My heart was bone
 
Still standing by the door
His mother and his father
Waved goodbye to me