Last day in Lexington

Last day in lexington and it is raining.

i look forward to being back in the city a few months from now,
but i really think i could use the break. im going to miss my friends.
i wish there was more to say.


In time you will forgive your son,
Just like I have forgiven mine,
Though he is not yet born, for being stubborn,
And for not knowing how to ask for help.

In my private room he is the shoes in the corner
My only child, a product of motion
And of countless lost brothers.

I don’t wish for the miscarriages,
But they are coming to take my sons away.
All I ask is that they arrive quietly
And late in the night so that my wife
Will be sleeping and I will still
Be awake, tracing the curve of her back
With a capped pen

“I am writing all this down,”
I will whisper into her ear,
As another son walks barefoot out the kitchen door
And into the night.
“I am writing all this down,
i promise nothing is lost.”