Handmade in Alaska
T.J. O'Donnell
I raise my hands in surrender. I offer up my hands become outdated placemats, under plexiglass advertising shops long closed, renamed, reopened, re-shuttered. And I shudder when thinking and so stop thinking about plywood, about why we would drag others into all of this.
People brag about how long they dragged the gravel pit pond for the body, but the face was found on the ground, surrounded by saplings, windblown brown plastic bags, and spent bottles behind the Wal-Mart.
I raise my hands to answer questions, How long did you? Did you mean to? Raise your hands to grow up polite and indifferent.
T.J. DONNELL teaches first grade in Fairbanks, Alaska. His poems have appeared in places like Cirque, Ice-Floe, Banjo Newsletter and the sides of Borealis Brewery bottles. He plays upright bass with the E.T. Barnette String Band, The Frosty Bottom Boys, and The Headbolt Heaters.
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