- Birthday Fish
I'm late for my meeting on the mainland. I ask for forgiveness.It is granted yet a finger points to wrist. Eneas has aged.Black hair flecked with metal. He no longer roams the avenues with evangelists.New employment a check every two weeks. I tell him it is my birthday. But I don'thave any fish. Rain hits the roof in anchors. We are the same age in an old city wherecrowds carry themselves lean shoeless. At the house his sisters live upstairs.The pit bull holds Eneas's leg as if to say stay look at me.I'm lonely as dust. We drink soda in steel cups eat crackers from a chippedplate as his stepson plays video games. The brown tiles are cracked scorched earth.The kitchen table is bare other than one lime a doily white as teeth. His motherdrops a bag of onions on the table. I'm introduced kissed on eithercheek Parabéns pelo seu aniversario. I shower offered a clean shirt jeans.Red onions burn her eyes. Their skins crushed to confetti wings of insectswith minutes to live. A knock hand arm through wrought irondoor a plastic sack of shrimp. She peels shells removes long veins.I want to help but she doesn't let me. Rest tell my son how to seethe world how to break into it without rocks. I'm perplexedin that house where ipe roots disturb walls over dyed cloth covers windows.What do I know of this? Each day a rock thrown arms stronger. He alreadyunderstands the fight the strength he must have just to be. His shadowlike some being extinct. Happy birthday my friend.Your daughters bring a plate of cubed beets a bowl of rice lettuceslivered to blades. You ask me to sit. I'm alone at the tableas you spoon stew in my plate. I wish you'd tell me of your yearin Alabama the two babies not your own who fed from your breasts.What was that like? Traveling with a moneyed familyacross seas yours in a house in pieces. [End Page 604]
Myronn Hardy, who currently lives in Morocco, is author of two collections of poems, Approaching the Center and The Headless Saints. His poems have also appeared in such journals as Ploughshares, Virginia Quarterly Review, and FIELD.