
Charles H. Lynch
what touches last
wedding guess hoped a
daughter
flamingo pink faded blanket circuit
shorted
shrunken pilled frayed
thirty-six years
childless by choice
lean times
lower interest
when we blame
a partial tear
“Well
then, I’ll go.”
night’s hoarfrost
“Will you shut
up?”
cling to or for poorer
cry
repair to bed skimpy
coverage
clasp
patter
rub chuck chuckle
baritone love notes
tongue parted
peach
taut tap root
puckered wreath
arch
limbering
what
touches last
trust wrought
Herald Reflects on Grady Lawrence Suggs
Ah recolleck, firs from nis town tuh blow up
was Elfreda Suggs boy. C’mon. You know. Chain
speckly glasses tuh neck. Run a herdressin slon
own Palmetto. Nah, nah. You confusin Cassie Gatewood.
Much younguh. Cheek mole en nat promnen buss.
Lady ahm projettin pipe thin. Ugly ornge SUV.
Two strappy sons. Oldess was stah linebackuh
at Fannie Hamuh three yers. Ver well mannuh.
Corral carts en tote sack home fuh Piggy Wiggly.
One munt ovuhseas. Ship back innuh seal caskit.
Mama fell tuh pieces. Din feachuh no whoop-de-doo.
Jess a quite service at Mt. Ollie. Cawse Elfreda
dead set gains his goin. Doan believe no Muslin threat
much as fat cat schemin tuh churn en suck awl.
Boy ride shotgun fuh cargo up en down roads
wit lil armuh. Saddam hung. Now we dictat’n?
Bodies fly in at Dovuh sortuh hid
away.
Mercuns ain spose see so many
vets wit burns
en wickit wounds. Wow. Suggs. Gary?
Gregry?
Larry? Jerry? Wow. Some reason
firs name
scape me. He boun tuh pop up we
watchis game.
Pass at bag pretzil sticks. Deez
Cheez Doodle stale.