Laura Kuhn, M.F.A., English Department Adjunct
My mother holds forth at the table,
tracing dirty plates with a moistened finger —
licking the crumbs she swipes from one plate, then another.
Savoring it all;
nobody’s watching.
My father, in the next room, watches a game.
He takes no part in the conversation, but interjects
corrections to let her know he’s there.
The mighty Giants block
all comers on the field.
My brother is somewhere else.
He misses his kids, but he loves his body.
He runs and runs.
Sweat running down his face
like tears
by Laura Kuhn ‘ 22
