“Laci Peterson Addresses Her Son Connor in the Courtroom” Poetry by Paul David Adkins

“Laci Peterson Addresses Her Son Connor in the Courtroom” Poetry by Paul David Adkins, The Chamber Magazine
            Hello! Good morning!	
I’m—well—
I am how I am. And you?

Don’t ask.

There are beautiful things 
to think about.
Up there’s the sky;
down there, the sea.

We can stay right here,
wherever you want.
We can sleep late, go to bed at midnight:
you tell me.

So, explain your dream.
I heard you crying. Later, you laughed.

Where was I? You had to ask.

I was the sky itself, the water,
the half-moon sickle
sweeping the bay.


 

Paul David Adkins lives in Northern NY. He served in the US Army from 1991-2013. Recently, he earned a MA in Writing and The Oral Tradition from The Graduate Institute, Bethany, CT. He spends his days either counseling soldiers or teaching college students in a NY state correctional facility.


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