hooded dark
anevermento
on the drop
anevermento
nine o’clock
anevermento
a faint click
as the lever’s pulled back
I said father I’m so scared
I know he said and then we prayed
feel
myself
falling:
The train pulls in to Central Station and I’m jerked awake.
Never find me here, I think.
And later – anevermento – unpacked, clean shaven now and in a new collar, I strut down a pier that’s wading out to sea. Blue sky above me, creaking planks beneath my feet when I see
Kevin Patrick McCann
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A new book of poems