I will write a poem on the back of my family which will end up being their chest

& I’ll give this poem a gutsy title—
one with real Alanis-Morrisette-backbone &

place it in the Poconos

& there will be a flashlight in the poem & I’ll pour
moonlight into the forest

& the poem will wear an autumn-orange woodsy tone  
& the three of us will be on fire—figuratively

brother G & me with dad alone together & alive 

safely tucked inside our sleeping bags & tent & I will place 
burping bullfrogs &lake water lapping a shallow shore

& I’ll watch dad & G fall asleep in rhythm with this poem's mood
which is always November & rhymes with how much I love them.

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Yvonne Amey is a poet living and teaching in Florida. Her work has appeared in Tin House, Pleiades. JUKED, and elsewhere.