How to Avoid Infection


W I L L   S C H MI T T



I spoke to my father, the dead one
about the colored glass blowing off
Paula’s porch. I mentioned the voice
lessons, working from home, the blue

It would be easier if I wrote to
embellish details, change anecdotal
references to current events.
Folding the lip of an envelope
seals in privacy.
A cloud the color of a horse
covered my rearview mirror
as I drove to the store. Deep
discounts the last thing
on what’s left of my mind.

Since becoming the man he fashioned
I notice trilliums, search the waves
for what’s coming and wonder
if he knew how many times
I’d wash my hands.








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