» Poetry
make a poem out of nothing
JC Talamantez
maybe some men just
amass an immovable nature
your father would’ve turned sixty today
—a few times at his mother’s / you could be alone with him
he returning—military—
from some place you didn’t understand
put headphones so you wouldn’t watch Halloween—he loved horror movies
and dark legs land-bound on the precise blanket
below a window riot
of apricot, on hill country summer
paint each leaf
but an absent father’s jovial Spanish, is still just a man
you don’t know
and he was in the sky missing feathers