portion of the artwork for David Rosenheim's poem

David Rosenheim

open window
still, humid night
late train rumbles
northbound from Chicago

everything is easy here
fridge stocked with
fresh OJ
whitefish salad
expired condiments

time to go
back to
certain fog
Pacifica, CA

every time
every damn time I leave
as if the first
Dad weeping silently
Super 8
Canton, NY

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FRiGG: A Magazine of Fiction and Poetry | Issue 47 | Spring 2016