Today for National Poetry Month, Joan Cusack Handler, Publisher and Senior Editor of CavanKerry Press, shares a poem from Nin Andrews’ Miss August.
Read the poem Mr. Simmons and share your thoughts with us below.
Gil’s father was as mean as a stepped-on snake, especially when he been
drinking. Don’t mind Mr. Simmons, Sarah Jane, May Dee used to say. He’s
just talk. But I did mind him. How he leaned up against the doorjamb in the
room where Gil and me was playing cards and watched us like a hunter
in a stand. He said things like Gil, are you running your mouth again, Boy?
You know what I’d like to do one day? Cut that tongue clear out of your head.
Make you quiet as sleep. Then he laughed, shook his head and said, I’m just
joshing, Sarah Jane. Don’t look at me like that. I looked at Gil instead, his
skin blue-tinged like something living underwater. I never knew how he
got any air in them days.