sarah and i move
into nonna's in two
days. i'll sleep
in the room
where my father
probably first
masturbated

but what a breeze!
nonna keeps
her hospital nightgown
in the bureau, stuffs
duplicate mass cards
in the bottom drawer

like baseball cards -- some
are worth more; those
with potential
who never panned
out. so many

losses it seems less
ridiculous now
what she'd trade for
her son back
in the flesh. maybe

a mint postal-
carrier dominic? how
he carried the city
on his shoulders.  

09/27/2007
Posted on 03/16/2008
Copyright © 2024 Paul Marino

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Alicia Vann on 03/17/08 at 12:35 AM
Mr. Paul. There is such a great idea here. So much to offer. I moved to NYC. The thought of movement to make sense of it all is intrigue. The only fault in it all is if the move improved you in reality. Did it? Tell me, I need to know.