Resisting Correction

COLLECT
​Eliza Griswold

Did you, as a boy, once pray
for water's buffer?

Something viscous and clear
to slow those who came
near your boy's body
to show themselves
they existed.

In your pen's perfect worlds
every landing is liquid.
Hong Kong slides
from side to side.
Your helicopter
never drops its A.

As a man you've made
your mind one
no one can get
​through, even you.

from Eliza Griswold's Wideawake Field
recommended by Mckendy Fils-Aime

(FROM THE HONEST CONVERSATION IS OVERRATED MANUSCRIPT)
Adam Stone

A month before her brother turns seventy
my mother calls to invite me to his party

It will be so much fun
she says We haven't all been together in fifteen years

I resist correcting her
It has only been five years since the last funeral