Letters to the Bat
by Rebecca Lu Kiernan
I used to trust the universe.
Now I interrogate suspects.
I wear brass knuckles
When I park in city garages,
But I never look under the car for rapists.
I once wore translucent red lingerie.
Now I sleep in an Air Force tee-shirt.
I would not drag your drunken body
Out of a fire,
But I might disrupt your sleep
At the third or fourth spark.
If time travel were not so dangerous,
I would go back to Five September
And behead your orchids at the door.
I might sit by your mother’s
Brew her a cup of tea,
Have a kind word for her
And keep her suicide
From threading its dark seam
Through the unraveling cloak of your life.
Copyright © 2011 by
Rebecca Lu Kiernan