Chris Forhan Poems
|1.||Gouge, Adze, Rasp, Hammer||1/13/2003|
|2.||A Child's Guide to Etiquette||3/19/2012|
|6.||Prayer's Before Sleep||3/19/2012|
|7.||My Almost-Daughter, my Nearly-was Son||3/19/2012|
my father is having to leave the house
with delicacy, easing the dead bolt open
in the dark. The house exhales him.
I'm thinking of a driving lay-up, of a girl
in homeroom, blue necklace, brown skin.
Transistor radio on my pillow, volume low.
I know some things, not enough. My eyes
are closed, I'm listening hard, that song
again, Knock down the old gray wall,