©2017 David Thacker

Selected Poems Online

"Willing," Plume

Hidden from all mothers’ eyes by blinded windows / glowing, I chase two neighbor sisters / up slides and platforms...

I always want to start with the metal stairs / that rose over our apartment door / to theirs. Each step, for traction in snow, was patterned // like chains of mouths, open and fanged.​

If the eyes are balls of liquid that fill with light, / and if the light / from the bedroom ceiling fan, rocking gently / across the eyes of my daughter...

"Cravings," Subtropics

For wanting to house / creation’s smithy / her body shed / smolder and slag...

"Lamaze," Fogged Clarity

The instructor said to loosen / my knees, to wallow in my pain, / to low, even. My head and forearms / on her counter, I was shaking it slow / for my wife watching with the rest...

in the future will be violence, sometime / a gun will appear in a public place / and bodies will fall, for here, where / my daughter four days old...

Lean back and watch the almost father flounder: / he’s become an enormous pair of eyes, / isn’t holding his wife’s hand...