← v21n3, Spring 2023
Poetry · Volume 21, Number 3

CPR @ 2pm

I have rehearsed all of this.

The physical emotion.

I’ve closed eyes. Drowned

the room crying. I was the breathless

walls. The stress of sirens and

engine cussing residence.

I was the finger shaking the map

and the road to your house trembling.

I did not practice the neighborhood scream.

The buzzing single-wide fluorescent light.

I did not practice a blue doll left alone

face down on the living room floor.

How could I practice

no one holding you.