When his lover passed
with their child between her thighs,
he decided to grow old,
alone in a Winnebago
with its tiny mirror
in the cramped bathroom
and no windows for sunlight.
The mirror slowly clouded.
He could not see past
or future or now. He calculated
his debts against social security.
He calculated gas mileage
and zip codes he drove through,
he calculated miles to the next exit,
but he did not calculate for me
at vending machines asking for change.
Tom Holmes is the founding editor of Redactions: Poetry & Poetics, and author of three full-length collections of poetry, most recently The Cave, which won The Bitter Oleander Press Library of Poetry Book Award for 2013, as well as four chapbooks. His writings about wine, poetry book reviews, and poetry can be found at his blog, The Line Break. Follow him on Twitter: @TheLineBreak