he carefully climbed in, and laid himself down
on the sateen lining, head pressed to a pillow,
saying nothing, except for that wry smile. He held
his breath, practicing, committing himself,
as though eternity had already enveloped him,
and only later did he inquire about cost, quality,
and what kind of material seemed best suited
for the job. “Lead,” they said. “Lead,”
he repeated, like the bullet that would bring
him back there six months later, when he
emptied his pockets and placed his trinkets
beside the bed, overlooking the magnolia
blossoms outside the window where he watched
us play against the backdrop of an April rain.
David R. DiSarro is currently an Associate Professor of English at Endicott College in Beverly, MA. His work has previously appeared in Neologism Poetry Journal, Bending Genres, The Rome Review, The Hawaii Pacific Review, among others. David's first chapbook, I Used to Play in Bands, was published by Finishing Line Press. He currently lives on the North Shore of Massachusetts with his wife, Riley, five children, and two rambunctious dogs.
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