THE DISCOVERY
the morning tv upstairs
dad finds leave the oxygen
gram’s dead tank by the door
body fallen no one wants
off the couch to talk about
he kicks her how relieved
on the shoulder death makes us
she promised the house
another pie inhaling deeper
he says without its mask
she took I hear walls
the recipe contract and settle
with her the thermostat
left QVC click the furnace
on downstairs awake heat
a white glow of metal lung
kissing the steps in every room
that is easier to get the whisper
rid of than blood of vents
stained carpet begging the cold
I carry her to sleep
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GEOFF ANDERSON crosses the tracks, the floodwall, the bridge in Columbus, OH. His work appears or is forthcoming in places like Outlook Spring, Rust + Moth, and Up the Staircase Quarterly.
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Read more work by Geoff Anderson:
Poem in Beech Street Review
Poem in Lunch Ticket
Poem in Wherewithal