poem
Volume 23, Number 4

Staying Down

Huddled under the window
of her apartment in the silence
dropped by the thud that shook
the walls some minutes ago, she tries
to remember her sister telling
about being mugged at the phone booth
outside the QuikStop, how she stayed
on the ground for a long time—
two Thanksgivings ago they talked—
she stayed on the ground for a long time;
what did she say after that? What came next?


—Michael Jones