by Mark Petrie
much, she said. Real
on the second
a sleepover slash
tenants? Well, they was the ones that lost their little one
couple, Mexican I think, and he their only.
a thousand little canyons and plateaus?
keep a high-stepping four-year-old
one of them ugly plastic chairs.
do you blame? Well, management ‘pologized,
‘Cadia Palms here has a “two dead children”
in. Guess they figured they had to set a standard
the non-water technicality, said the second death in this
not in the water. Damn stupid if you ask me,
was only fair to this couple to fill it up. So they did
the last one was in the water, older girl, maybe twelve
folks to deal with. Hell, they almost filled the pool then.
years ago. It shouldn’t take more than one
After the Shot
felt several small arms
the cold, forward facing
shoulder quiver, dis-
once proud poise
from the .22 Caliber
a single slug lay
fell from the impregnable sky.
Mark Petrie's poems have appeared in Booth, WrittenRiver, and several other journals. He is the 2012 recipient of the Academy of American Poets/Andrea Saunders Gereighty poetry award, and his most recent work is forthcoming in Geist.