- Confessions
—in memory of Tom Andrews (1961–2001)
Once I knew a smart boy who thought I was stupid.He wrote poetry about Augustine, and then he died,
a hemophiliac, his bloody joints steeped in codeine,liver cells swollen as semicolons.
Motocross was his roaring act of self-defiance.He popped wheelchair wheelies,
shredded the dirt-bike earth into a fine body of light,diaries rendered in typeset glory
while his mother begged forgivenessfor the sin of her blue blood womb.
Death in his back pocket,he traded fate like baseball cards
in the wormy backyard of a Michigan summer.Fraternal blood bond, his brother went first,
same year I met him.I'm still here, adjusting the clench of my jaw,
reading St. Augustine on the futility of prayer,on eternity, how it never gives in,
guilty of findingstupidity where a smart boy saw only God. [End Page 39]
Mary Peelen is a poet and writer whose work has appeared in the Massachusetts Review, Gulf Coast, Michigan Quarterly Review, Antioch Review, Beloit Poetry Journal, Poetry Daily, and elsewhere. Her book Quantum Heresies is forthcoming.