about men falling down. He wasn’t hurt
but he couldn’t get up. And the next time
he knocked that recliner on its side.
No broken hips. That’s what she’s afraid of.
He crawled to the den to the phone.
Hips already replaced, pins and screws,
he can feel them when he lays on that side.
The talk is business. The farmer’s market
failing this year, the store on main. Everyone’ll
be down at the school, not shopping. No one
reads the paper anymore, can’t get them in
with an ad. They wonder
whose funeral with so many cars
Laura Lee Washburn, Director of Creative Writing at Pittsburg State University, is the author of This Good Warm Place (March Street) and Watching the Contortionists (Palanquin Chapbook Prize). Her poetry has appeared in such journals as Valparaiso Review, Carolina Quarterly, 9th Letter, The Sun, Red Rock Review, and Valparaiso Review.