Tony Hoagland Poems
|1.||Reasons to Survive November||6/25/2015|
|2.||When Dean Young Talks About Wine||9/7/2015|
|3.||Special Problems in Vocabulary||10/21/2015|
|4.||Note to Reality -new-||6/13/2016|
|5.||A Color of the Sky||4/28/2015|
|9.||I Have News For You||2/19/2015|
If you are lucky in this life,
you will get to help your enemy
the way I got to help my mother
when she was weakened past the point of saying no.
Into the big enamel tub
half-filled with water
which I had made just right,
I lowered the childish skeleton
she had become.
Her eyelids fluttered as I soaped and rinsed
her belly and her chest,
the sorry ruin of her flanks
and the frayed gray cloud
between her legs.
Some nights, sitting by her bed
book open in my lap
while I listened to the air
move thickly in and out of her ...