Kathy Goodkin
Crybaby Bridge
I
Clouds low over a new city
Not new-to-me newly citied
glassed and upright crane’s arm a fixture
Watch the skyline layer up like a body
in real-time
cells dividing and dying
II
Strung out on support beams
hung highest in a bad world the villain
I take pictures but I don’t like pictures
Whatever sounds rise from the paved-over river
will catch the cars that cross
The engine is a fake-out these days a poor place-holding vibration
Plants grow up through it
III
Enough already highway
coughing in the backseat
Pull up my hood story me into a different place
Kathy Goodkin facilitates poetry workshops in a women’s correctional facility and serves as an editor for Gazing Grain Press. Her work has recently appeared in Denver Quarterly, DREGINALD, Redivider, RHINO, and elsewhere. Find her online at www.kathygoodkin.com