Bio Note: My poems appear in Barrow Street, Rattle, and other journals. In 2019, Presa Press released my eleventh collection, Birkenstock Blues. A passionate supporter of Sky Island Alliance, a regionally-based environmental organization, I live in Tucson with my wife Connie.
Hands at ten & two, late Miles on Bluetooth, I’m driving north where once it rained, where I rode my old gelding around the reservation, visiting the hogans of my friends. We’d drink coffee & laugh at my little orange horse, his cow hocks, his blaze face & nasty disposition. I’m driving north, yes, listening to Miles play “Yesternow” & searching for the red-tailed hawk that’s followed me for days.
First published in Open Arts Forum
Baby, Ain’t I Good to You?
1 The one-legged priest cautioned my brother & his new bride if they found themselves talking about curtains, the thrill was gone. As far as we knew, his only intimate was Buddy, the big white poodle who slept every night beside him in his four-poster bed. 2 My wife wanted some “fun” grapes. At the third supermarket, I bought two pounds of gumdrop grapes, hoping they’d be fun enough. Driving home, I listened to the blues station playing “Gee, Baby, Ain’t I Good to You?”
©2022 Jefferson Carter
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