Three Poems by Andy McCord

BOMB 57 Fall 1996
Issue 57 057  Fall 1996

Hypothetical

The day of someone’s wedding,
Probably, walking through
The parking lot, pleased enough
With how things turned out, watching

The cuticle moon come over
The expressway ramp … and I take
You—fair as linen, dressed in black—
Up to the city. You tap

A finger on the dash,
Pleased with how things turn out,
But it’s impossible to forget
This tilt, that look, the flash
Of your teeth, the wanting.

 

Leaving Town

Your feet go lightly by my door
And brick dust sticks faintly to their heels.
 
By that I will trace you.
I cannot have no news of you anymore.

 

Woman at a Frontier

Down from the train, she is shaking from the knees.
A truck on patrol rattles over the track.
The child swaddled tightly to her back
Cries softly as she pleads in Portuguese

To come to Comatipoort from Nkomati
A bland young borderguard has a dog led
From a chicken wire cage in the bakkie’s bed,
And says to her, in Afrikaans, that he

Will not give her documents his stamp.
He calls the dog, the drags her by the shoulder
Out of the queue we’re in. The truck pulls over,
As it moves away, the dog is in the cab,

The mother and her child in the flimsy cage.
The guard turns my passport to the photo page.

The Alliance Poets by Thomas Bolt

Originally published in

BOMB 57, Fall 1996

Featuring interviews with Jasper Johns, Tobias Wolff, Laurie Simmons, Sapphire, Scott Elliott, Brenda Blethyn, Craig Lucas, Suzannah Lessard & Honor Moore, Peter Dreher, and Richard Einhorn.

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Issue 57 057  Fall 1996