Mads Gordon
Two Poems
Apalachicola
Nightdark salt marsh on the brink of extinction
we passed on the drive to the beach.
The station wagon’s floorboard so rusted
a hole wore straight through to highway.
We’d ride, dropping paintballs and watching the red
stains slide away. Our crooked tooth laughter.
Remember the last stretch? The water turns
mirror black under the glow of gas station lights.
I was with you then, your smile still collapsing.
AMERICAN FAIRYTALE
for my brother
On his 27th day of solitary,
stripped naked and fed
one peanut butter sandwich
and one cup of apple juice a day,
the mouse would just nearly eat from his hand.
Mads Gordon is a poet from South Georgia who believes in the abolition of prisons. Their work has been published in Screen Door Review, Poetry South, and Stone of Madness Press.
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