December 20th

Nick Visconti

When my mind plucked me 
abruptly from earth and gently 

laid me in abstraction, time went and saw 
the world. Life without 

a year, a strangely natural thing. 
I woke taller, didn’t notice 

then, my shadow 
interrupted light 

just a bit longer, growing 
into the pavement. 

It was a simple thing. A left turn gone afield. 
I made it simpler. 

I put on my father’s shirt 
and felt it explode— 


Mother 1996 >>