Tundra Studies
The day after a blizzard.
Among the uncollected trash bags
there’s a mop planted by the curb
proud flag staking claim to its grey peak.
We stay inside and talk fathers.
Chrístopher says dealing
requires the patient willingness
to be deficient.

And it’s true, my dad
takes issue with everyone.
I remember him screaming
at Chuck Knoblauch,
calling him a knucklehead
for fouling up the double play,
and setting off the cackling,
sound-activated jack-o-lantern
on the mantel.

I’m no exception.
I say
please   Charlie   they
and Dad says
police   fascist   grammar
until we’re screaming
in the still snow of the street
not yet waiting for patience.