Son

For Aunt Phyllis

She holds the glass
in her unsteady hand.
Wine twirls like possibilities,
Thomas holding a football,
dancing in a tuxedo, wearing
a cap and gown,

but they no longer
connect to her son.
She mumbles the words,
My son is gone.

Gone.

He’s not playing football
with the rest of the team.
Or pinning wrestlers
on the china-blue mat.
He’s not out with Amy
and coming home late.

His life ended
on a gravel road,
Dodge tumbling metal
against rock, metal
against rock, metal
against rock. She looks

at his picture.
He will always be
fifteen, pressing the note
to the refrigerator door,
Mom, I’ve gone to Rob’s.

Robin Wright’s work has appeared in Peacock Journal, Unbroken Journal, (b)OINK, Communicators League, Lost River, See Spot Run, Rat’s Ass Review, Quatrain.Fish, Foliate Oak Literary Magazine, and Amarillo Bay. Two of her poems were published in the University of Southern Indiana’s 50th anniversary anthology, Time Present, Time Past. She has also co-written two novels with Maryanne Burkhard under the name B. W. Wrighthard, Ghost Orchid and A Needle and a Haystack.

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