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  • The American Poetry Review

    THREE POEMS

    May 01, 2022 1 minute
    MATTHEW KELSEY

    Giant Visits the Nursing Home

    I walked the sterile halls alone,walling my heart, afraid of whatI’d see. I found my mother first., she said, though I knewshe was merely hoping I’d say itBefore I could speak, my father crieddown the hall. I guess his earsworked extra hard in lieu of his eyes,or else he smelled my fear, the sweat setfast in my palm. When I looked back at my momshe met my gaze, winced, said ,. She threw her arms botharound my neck, making my hearta barrel in a heap. That’s when I knewI’d be talking forever about her in her sleep.

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