“No Excuses” by Glenn Halak


Attic windows with spider web cracks

and eyes black as night.

A woman looks for her heart in a moving box.

Some man is on the roof with a hammer.

He is nailing the last of their dried children

where the rain gets in.

They have years to go

before dementia proves fatal

so they waddle back and forth

filling in the silences with hope

and everything they’ve forgotten.

Kudzu has climbed over the fence

and the neighbors don’t care.

Even when the dinosaurs

were laying eggs in the swamp

it was like this, a desire

for an unbearable silence.

The smell of a freshly gutted fish

leaks out into the yard.