Three Fibonacci Microstructures
A Package, Unremarked, Was Abandoned Three Days Ago by a Coward
My father in knee-breeches, overshadowed by a barbarian father,
left in a paper sack of loose photographs
wedged between the storm
and front doors
& if I ever
of his boyhood, he'd face
away. He gave us so much better than he got
and seeing him, crushed, in black & white, breaks my filial heart.
O I up and go
of crabby words that wait
for me to trip & be bayoneted; I won't fall
& pouty you will ask again: when will you ever see now for what it is.
A. I. Is the Way
so I am told but I
believe in the wildcards
of prayer and faith & even cryptography;
deep in the coldest robot calculations, I just might can & not did.
A.E. Weisgerber is Assistant Series Editor for Wigleaf's Top 50. She's a 2018 Chesapeake Writer, 2017 Frost Place Scholar, 2014 Reynolds Fellow. @aeweisgerber