5 June 2007 | Vol. 7, No. 2
Plaza
1.
Panic-lodger, flush in the rafters. I didn't realize
I had been watched so well. The faces
my mother used to make
down at me:
where your angels are: finding points in the world's body.
2.
Your sleeping thumb
taps REM inflections on the back of my hand,
a twitchless dream-pulse
in that fontanel
where the thumb parts with the forefinger—
there stands a vein,
and all the hinges. A binding
that does not hold,
About the author:
Todd Fredson teaches poetry in Phoenix-area schools. His work appears or is forthcoming in the Southeast Review, Diner, First Intensity, and Poetry International.
For further reading:
See the complete list of work by Todd Fredson at 42opus. Browse the contents of 42opus Vol. 7, No. 2, where "Plaza" ran on June 5, 2007. List other work with these same labels: poetry.
