Disease
The migrant mother
The leftover bread
stale and turquoise in
the corner of the room
with no air conditioning
The pocket change for a one-way
bus ride
The desperate manager counting the ways
in which more customers can buy cigarettes
The sweat
The dread of going back home
to where the air is wet and tastes of
senseless murder
The cracked steps in the concrete
to the nineteenth floor
The door with no name
just a number: 19D
The child inside
waiting for a chance to explain
The panic that sets in after
the realization that the succulent
in the corner of the room
has rotted away
And is broken
By Ryan Garesio
Biography:
Ryan Garesio is a middle school English teacher in Meriden, CT. When he’s not trying to get adolescents to understand Thoreau, he’s at home with his wife and two boys, trying to get toddlers to understand Seuss.
The need to escape from the dross of aging and failings of the past hoping for something better. Great poem.