Issue 2

Poetry

Boe Barnett

Father


This is for you
I ran into you
at Lowe’s you
were with your
wife who got too
close who is not
my mother I was
with your young-
est for the first
time you know
him but me
you would have
recognized any-
where my hair
is just like yours
at my age at my
age you had my
half-sister you
left her mother
for the woman
who became my
mother who left
you a gutter full
of leaves and full