Duplex by Jericho Brown | Poetry Foundation

A poem is a gesture toward home.

Share A poem is a gesture toward home. It makes dark demands I call my own. Memory makes demands darker than my own: My last love drove a burgundy car. My first love drove a burgundy car. He was fast and awful, tall as my father. Steadfast and awful, my tall father Hit hard as a hailstorm. He'd leave marks. Light rain hits easy but leaves its own mark Like the sound of a mother weeping again. Like the sound of my mother weeping again, No sound beating ends where it began. None of the beaten end up how we began. A poem is a gesture toward home. Copyright Credit: Jericho Brown, "Duplex (A poem i

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