Poetry. Cotquean, by Christopher Jones. Image: a pair of boxing gloves suspended from a knitting needle and thread. In the gloves, the silhouette of a man and his son.

Cotquean

I’m sewing up tears

in my boxing gear:

a needle, black thread

and bachelor stitches.

I’m cross-legged

on the bathroom floor

while Pharaoh splashes

in the tub beside me,

a pink and laughing treasure

two years long.

I ran his bath,

undressed his happy body.

Now I wash his hair,

speak quietly through the screaming.

When I’m finished with this,

I need to sew a button

on his little striped pants,

then a patch on the knee

of his holy dungarees.

I set down my boxing glove

with its Frankenstein stitches

and try to stop the baby

from drinking his bathwater.

Christopher Jones

Christopher Jones founded Lost Prophet Press in 1992 and published the literary magazines Thin Coyote and Knuckle Merchant: the Journal of Naked Literary Aggression for many years.  His work has been or will be seen in many venues, including Cajun Mutt Press, The Wild Word, Eunoia Review, The Year’s Best Fantasy and Horror (St. Martin’s Press) and a flowerpot on the Detroit Lakes Poetry Walk.

 

He lives with his family, two cats and many dogs in West Saint Paul, Minnesota, USA.

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