First day on the bus, I couldn’t have been
More than six years old, yes, mother dropped me
Off each day of kindergarten, baked in
The loaf of her brown sedan, no A/C.
A single seatbelt, mine. But then she flipped
Jobs, from the Crisco plant to the psych ward
& no way she was rising so early.
So thus take the bus I did. Anyhow
That first ride, no seats are left, & yes, scared
I am halfway to hell. My little sack
Of bones, my little sack of ham sandwich.
My little sack shriveled upward inside
Till the dang kindest cowboy to this day
I ever met, a high schooler named Jude
He lifted me without a word onto
His lap, & no, not in a way creepy
Sexual, or uncomfortable, no.
It just was & I rode there like he must
Atop his horse & my heart sequestered
Its mighty pitter & my blue eyes brushed
Off its patter. I saw it right there out
The dusty window—the fattest turkey
In the whole county. Knew it to be true.
It ducked behind the truck Dad left behind.
You can call me a project-oriented poet. A big beam of obsession & confusion & delight shines down & I'm hooked for a bit. My two full-length collections of poems are WHAT IS WHO (my self-published MFA thesis at the Michener Center For Writers, 2018) & More Wreck More Wreck (published by Coconut Books in 2014). My most recently-released poem-project is FUTURE BARN, available for FREE both in PDF & audio form.
I'll post new poems every Friday from my forthcoming collection, I ONCE WAS SOMEONE ELSE & OFTEN STILL AM. I'd be honored if you gave it a read, a possible share. Thanks!