- Polaroid: Links
Knock-kneed, bucktoothed,I stand with a small golf bag slung
over my shoulder, my 96ROCK hat pulled low, shielding
the bright Florida sun.I am seven, out with my dad
chasing this small whiteball up and down the fairway
while he hits mulligans, calibrateshis swing. He wants me to be
the next Nancy Lopez. I just wantto spend time with him, would never
actually say I don’t like playing,watching, talking about it
for hours on end. All too soon,his handicap won’t refer
to his game but to the nightmy mother found him on the floor, [End Page 170]
the aftermath, the constanttallying of the effort it takes
to get from one hazard tothe next. My father is away,
furthest from the hole, choosingbetween iron and wood. [End Page 171]
Stacey Lynn Brown is a poet, playwright, and essayist from Atlanta, Georgia. Her work has been published in numerous journals and anthologies and has been made into a short film by Matt Smithson for MotionPoems. She is the author of the book-length poem Cradle Song (C&R Press, 2009) and is the coeditor, with Oliver de la Paz, of A Face to Meet the Faces: An Anthology of Contemporary Persona Poetry (University of Akron Press, 2012). She teaches in the mfa program at Indiana University in Bloomington.