Somebody left this white T-shirt
like a hangman’s hood on the new parking meter—
the magic marks upon its back say: I QUIT METH 4-EVER.
A declaration to the sky, whose angels all wear seagull wings
swooping over this street with its torn scratch tickets
and Big Gulp cups dropped by the curb.
Lucia Perillo, a poet who wrote about mortality with a combination of humor and piercing emotion, died on Oct. 16 at her home in Olympia, Wash. She was 58.