Hundred Year and Other Poems


Hundred Year

after Jericho Brown

You said Everything good is in a flood plain—
it’s part of the river as much as the water.

The river parts as much as the water
walks into your gramma’s kitchen like I did once.


You walk into your gramma’s kitchen only once
for the last time. I am trying, I swear.


For the last time, I am trying to swear
on this absent house, to eventually define away


how an absent house eventually finds a way
to live still in the minds of people who lived there.


Still alive as the minds of the people who lived here,
who knew leaving was coming like a flood. Inevitable.


Who knew leaving was coming like a flood? Inevitable,
everything good you said is in a flood plain.


Still Life with Dog Throwing Up
in the Corner

People on couch
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