Punks

 

Nancy Lynn Weber

Originally published in The Evergreen Review Issue 111 in 2006.
 

Christ must have followed
you an old guy
into the last standing house
on Murder Street
he has heart
the drug dealer said
the old guy has heart
and he placed his hand on your back
then you turned and took it
and cuffed it and led him away

every time I hear Sinatra
see a war movie
read Ernest Hemmingway
buy cigarettes
eat alone with one hand
covering both eyes
I remember
you the old guy
me your little girl
the number on the house
the name of the street
where we lived