Chris Speckman
Q.E.D.
he can't understand
the origami
of his daughter's arms,
her current love:
hurling, the thrill of
sport! factorial,
another rah-rah
permutation of pitch,
ball & stick. abandoned
in the bleachers, he chokes
on vocab, camán? sliotar?
his brogue, a bad joke.
nothing left to smooth
the dog-eared memory
of the once-candied
apple of his eye
divining her future
as an astronaut,
embellishing her bike
helmet with phosphorescent
constellations. he checks
his rolex, his consolation
prize for a life's work,
flattens the schedule's
diaphanous axis,
subtracts the mechanical
pencil from his chest
protector to scrutinize
the proof that a piece
of paper folded 42 times
would reach the moon.
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Chris Speckman is an adjunct professor at Butler University, where he received his MFA. He is the assistant editor for Booth: A Journal. His work has appeared or is forthcoming in PANK, Word Riot, Harpur Palate, Rust + Moth, and the anthology It Was Written: Poetry Inspired by Hip-Hop.
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