AWARD IN POETRY
The Baldwin School
An excerpt from The Wake
up with the taste of vinegar,
Folding small, paper cranes under my tongue,
The bitterness so sharp, I could bite it.
smelled of stale, yellow, rain clouds,
Like the kind I washed my teeth with last June
When the light from my window fell in cracks.
thought about the day Daddy died,
How my fingers smelled like brass after I
Turned his bedroom doorknob with unclean palms.
slept on Sundays, believing
In the fear of God and air and living,
Washing the Scriptures down with cold coffee.
uncovered, he looked forgotten,
His arms flung open on smooth cotton sheets
Like he had fallen trying to hold some
or one or time that he always asked
For, but never received because want fades
With age or did he say age fades with want?