The Maynard
October 2013

Jen Currin

For the Directions

Almost as beautiful as a blonde woman with a dark moustache.

An uncomfortable act, perfect today.

Broken lights on the bus & a girl's violence—
all the people she wants to punch in the face.

I called my spiritual family close.
Today we would turn to theater.

The nephew in swimming goggles & grandmother
with lips of glass.

We're just playing a role, but it's very sincere.

We pucker up & listen.

No idea where we are, but the two-year-old's impeccable syntax
calms us.

"My name is Beauty. Rose. Empty," he says.