Poem: The Year Jackie Became a Widow

Just months before Dallas,

Mom and Dad posed

on their new land

and Mom’s heels sunk in the mud

while the wind blew Dad’s suit

and carried his cologne across earth

which later cemented into the street

Gary would cross (after his crew grew

and long after Bobby got shot)

to see forbidden Sandy

while her brother danced hoop dreams

into everyone’s sleep.