My index finger punching in Jackson 3280 My father’s At his office downtown In the Farm Credit Building Thumb punching the cell phone 402.551,3080 My mother’s At our house on Cass Street Where I grew up staggering toward vodka Sometimes I’m drunk all day And dial wrong No one answers so I hang up Before […]
John McKernan is now a retired comma herder. He lives – mostly – in West Virginia where he edits ABZ Press. His most recent book is a selected poems Resurrection of the Dust. He has published poems in The Atlantic Monthly, The Paris Review, The New Yorker, Virginia Quarterly Review and many other magazines.