Adam Tavel

My Name in Sticks
November 29, 2015 Tavel Adam

My Name in Sticks

 for my father

 

From the shallow sledding hill I gathered up
the straightest twigs. I snapped the pile across
my knee to spell it out atop a stoop
that was, until the spring before, my throne

to hold high court and hose the wayward pups
and ragamuffin twerps spurred on by the loss
of baseballs in our onion grass. Through croup
and flu my calls gunked up our rented phone

and through your bedroom blinds I saw them stalled,
my first grade autumn red on your machine.
Years later, drunk, you cackled at the sprawl
November wind had made of all but D.

I pedaled twelve blocks back to brave the belt
your woman used to write your name in welts.

Adam Tavel won the Permafrost Book Prize for Plash & Levitation (University of Alaska Press, 2015). He is also the author of The Fawn Abyss (Salmon Poetry, forthcoming) and the chapbook Red Flag Up (Kattywompus, 2013). Tavel won the 2010 Robert Frost Award and his recent poems appear or will soon appear in Beloit Poetry Journal, The Gettysburg Review, Sycamore Review, Passages North, The Journal, Valparaiso Poetry Review, and American Literary Review, among others. He can be found online at http://adamtavel.com/.