The Caretaker
- The Caretaker
If I let a man touch me like this he’ll make a home where his mama had for him in her laid there a knocked down manikin I’m sure he never thought about womb returning to it just thought he’d lay in me a while his crybaby sorrow too big to carry the pail of milk spilling over his shoulders like a shawl I wrapped my arms around him when I let him inside I guess he thought he owned the folds the holes the arcane magic like his momma must’ve breastfed him too long after it was past time to finish he pulled out and rolled over till he stole all the sheets wrapping up like a silkworm what he come back as? Sorry man I wasn’t paying no attention I showered and left his house in a fit of mercy [End Page 205]
Phillip B. Williams is a Chicago, Illinois native. Recently, he won Bloom’s inaugural chapbook competition in poetry for his manuscript “Bruised Gospels.” He is a Cave Canem graduate and received a Bread Loaf work-study scholarship in 2011. His work has appeared or is forthcoming in Callaloo, The Southern Review, Painted Bride Quarterly, Blackbird and others. Phillip is currently poetry editor of the online journal Vinyl Poetry.
