homeless at Biscayne Bay
One by one they appear, punctual
as any junior executive—less coffee,
alternatives, the instincts of a postman.
They gather by the bay to stare out
the day before, unsigned self portraits,
each one so brushed over by a blank,
bloodshot narrative they can’t keep it
to themselves, the surface of each eye
empty except for the sun’s fixed memos—
revise and revise. What kind of signature
signs them in each day—first name, last?
Only death knows our last and our first
will lead us there in a blur of duplicates
so compromised by what we’re not, one
by one we’ll open as the homeless have
appeared—nothing our last hope, pushing
what’s always been empty, that image
of ourselves still pulling things one way.
George Bishop’s work has appeared in Carolina Quarterly and New Plains Review. Toadlilly Press will include his latest chapbook, Short Lives & Solitudes in November 2014. Bishop won the 2013 Peter Meinke Prize at YellowJacket Press for his sixth chapbook Following Myself Home. He attended Rutgers University and lives and writes in Saint Cloud, Florida.