Brian Woerner

My father is an
echo I can
neither write nor
run from: bald
coin in my palm,
or I swim in the
grooved pool
of his hands.
Patron saint of
batting practice,
paint your shaving
cream self-portrait
in the clouded
bathroom mirror.
Stay with me.
Don’t come any nearer.

from Issue 31.1

BRIAN WOERNER teaches English at Troy High School in Troy, Ohio, and is an associate of the Ohio Writing Project at Miami University. Previous poems and essays have appeared in English Journal.