The Last 4 Things [That hard thread]
That hard thread between us. Is it gold? Do I have to be so outshined by my curtain? Opened, especially by breaking. people who would die people who would almost die and who would be injured My dad was in the water. Across an unprecedented space. It would rain for days, they said he'd come home. [lists the father's wounds] That hard thread is a bone. Is made of bone. When I was alone, a girl, the first loss, between tunnels... I didn't need so much. I'd eventually get hungry.
From The Last 4 Things. Copyright © 2009 by Kate Greenstreet. Reprinted with permission of Ahsahta Press.
Kate Greenstreet is the author of several collections of poetry, most recently The End of Something (Ahsahta Press, 2017) and Young Tambling (Ahsahta Press, 2013).
Date Published: 2009-01-01
Source URL: https://poets.org/poem/last-4-things-hard-thread