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My Son Rests His Cheek on the Wrecked Car by Lory Bedikian - Poems | Academy of American Poets

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An act can be many things at once. / We can be deliverers or takers both.

My Son Rests His Cheek on the Wrecked Car Add to anthology × Load audio player Lory Bedikian An act can be many things at once. We can be deliverers or takers both. Was he saying thank you to the airbags, thank you to the chassis for its metal promise to stop the impact short of breath and body and the bureaucracy of the outside world. Praising all of it today. Praising the collision recalculated that it could have been worse. Where is poetry if it is not at the base of the wreck. Rich said it clearly. So clear we could see the ocean’s bottom as if the glass had been emptied out from one

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