Caution — Railroad Crossing

Caution — Rail CrossingI wait like the gaso­line tanker at the rail­road crossing.Behind me an ambu­lance screams and the red lights strobe their way into my brain. I wait for the klax­ons to qui­et, the red lights to go out, and the trem­bling arms to rise.How did it come to this? Published on The Laundry … 

Pittsburgh

Pittsburgh A creased wed­ding pho­to­graph of a woman.A Mass Card when she passes.The facts of her life­sup­port no fur­ther conclusions.About the neces­si­ty of ambulances.The man who held her in his child­ish embrace.She is the silence that avalanch­es down toa mute son with too many mothers.Not enough uncles to help put the pigs back­in­to the sties. …