2 Poems by Darren C. Demaree

We had our canopy
& a door that locked to our bedroom;
the rest of things
we decided would be best
presented to the world as a play
so boring that no weather
wanted to enter.  Our neighbors
watched us for a while,
but there is only so often
you can watch me watch baseball
or see my son jump
from the bookshelves
after turning four hundred collections
of poetry into a tower city,
or watch my daughter read
quietly in the corner with half
a dozen temporary tattoos on
her arm.  Emily can be
a show if she wants to be,
but that is why we made sure
the door to the bedroom could lock.
I don’t play the piano.
I’d like to, but the lessons
I took as a child
refused to take me back.
I’d like to make
a lot of money,
but too many people
know that I’m an alcoholic
to hire me full-time.
I’d like to be the giver
of gifts that require wrapping,
but I’m not able to tie good
bows anymore.  I use
a lot of tape every day.
Emily is so happy
that I’ve lost all context
for reality.  She has chosen
every day to love
this whole smoky scene.
She is warm in it.  Our children
are good people in it.
I see all of their eyes
& I know this the ultimate
framework for my shadows.
I am working my way
towards not caring
about anything but their eyes.
Darren C. Demaree is the author of six poetry collections, most recently “Many Full Hands Applauding Inelegantly” (2016, 8th House Publishing).  His seventh collection “Two Towns Over” was recently selected the winner of the Louise Bogan Award from Trio House Press, and is due out March 2018.  He is the Managing Editor of the Best of the Net Anthology

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