Lorraine Capparell © 2007 All Rights Reserved
Lorraine Capparell © 2007 All Rights Reserved
Dream Of The Rood
And where we were,
skin and splinters entered.
Endure this time. Endure
each other. I held
you up. I was your
stand. I was your stake.
I wanted to hide.
The crowd crowded—
some put you up,
others wanted you down.
The dark haired girl
licked your t-shirt.
I sat in the far back corner
behind a woman drinking coffee
loudly, and a man
writing in a Moleskine notebook:
the kind Hemingway used,
and you too. I stayed.
You looked tired, hungry.
And I was glad to be closer.
And I was glad to be that close.
How could I . . . How could I not.
The warmth of your back in the morning.
I had to hold up.
Jennifer S. Flescher is a poet and a journalist. Her poetry publications include the Harvard Review, the New Hampshire Review, the Boston Globe and Eclipse. Her nonfiction publications include Agni-online, the Boston Globe, Perihelion, Jubilat and Poetry Daily. She is editor of the letterpressed literary magazine Tuesday.