2am Bar Poem
December 24th, Madison, Wisconsin
Emptying into the quiet cold a man sings the song his mother use to sing to him during storms. Something something about crying. He knows the rest or at least enough to keep him comfort. He knows about the salmon fattening under the ice- plated-river: finally safe from hooks and bear claws. Two lovers stumble out and just like a movie a blue Honda pulls up. They smile at the man but don’t try to sing along. They know if he spoke they wouldn’t understand.