Rob MacDonald
HOW TO SURVIVE CHILDHOOD
A heart like a wiffleball.
An old boat hull
in which daisies grow.
When you’re alone
with a jackknife
and the swamp
is all cattail.
A few firecrackers
in isolation
never hurt anyone.
HOW TO SURVIVE CHILDHOOD
A heart like a wiffleball.
An old boat hull
in which daisies grow.
When you’re alone
with a jackknife
and the swamp
is all cattail.
A few firecrackers
in isolation
never hurt anyone.
ORIGIN STORY, PERPETUAL UNDERDOG
Your father was a left-fielder
with a knack for snow-cone catches,
putting out grease fires in Chinese kitchens,
building custom rocking chairs
from windblown oaks,
manning the phones at a call center
on a riverboat,
investing in marbles and losing it all.
Mom read the rough drafts
and chiseled saints into baby teeth.
Your father was a left-fielder
with a knack for snow-cone catches,
putting out grease fires in Chinese kitchens,
building custom rocking chairs
from windblown oaks,
manning the phones at a call center
on a riverboat,
investing in marbles and losing it all.
Mom read the rough drafts
and chiseled saints into baby teeth.
Rob MacDonald lives in Boston and is the editor of Sixth Finch. His poems can be found in Gulf Coast, iO, notnostrums, Sink Review, H_NGM_N and other journals. He has books forthcoming from Rye House Press and Racing Form.
