For E, To Depart


Each time we tugged the cord we thought the fan was off—
Rest introduces herself, a cornflower clipped for dye—
Would you love me if my head turned pale and I lived in the garage
For comfort, I would bathe
You would write poems in dust on the truck door—
Don't open
Dead inside


Brendan Sherry lives in Greeneville, TN. Recent work has appeared or is forthcoming in Poetry Northwest, New South, Birdfeast, Guesthouse, The Spectacle and elsewhere.