Ephebe – Claire Millikin
My father once had a student whom he loved.
a slender man, almost still a boy.
A Bell, Still Unrung – Safiya Sinclaire
She daily effuses
tantrum of her fevers.
for my son
Trying to think of something useful
To say about marriage, I remember
A morning when I was twenty-plus,
Self-absorbed in my tinny pink
Renault Dauphine, my Little Toot,
Sirens trespass through our bar window
and a mess of red lights dance disco
on our writing pads.