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  • Runaway

    Barefoot in the actual dark, I packed a paper bag
    And found the way out of my lover's house.
    I had only the glass coffee table as obstacle; I slipped
    Around it without stump or stumble. I left
    The door slightly open; no draft lives in Louisiana's summer.
    And how I could not move so quickly and away
    When twenty years earlier I learned this skill —
    How to shake the night's hand in confidence,
    How to trust that no star will talk? I deserved this,
    My anniversary — I had run from the sound of my father's sleep,
    From his heavy resting hands. I first noticed then
    The front yard's magnolia tree, understood its promise to shed
    And cover, that tree's duty to that
    Smell and knew too my duty to tear like a switch through
    Air, to strike the street's edge in a pair of tattered shoes,
    Unconnected, alone. I made it
    To Fairfield Street before the headlights of Daddy's pickup
    caught me
    In mid-blur. But I left my lover better: I knifed a tire before I went
    So no light could find my back, no right hand could break from
    Steering. One fist clenched
    My brown bag as I sniffed for magnolia and made a deal with
    the dark.

    Published in Please (Kalamazoo, Michigan: New Issues Poetry & Prose, Western Michigan University, 2009).

    Published: 4 March 2010
    © 2010 Jericho Brown and Southern Spaces