Next Time Honey

by Paul Martínez Pompa

Like moonlight, l'll slip out before
you stagger home with your

hands & fists, your song of horror
no throat nor eye-socket can

mute. I'll be back with a pistol. Be
ready, baby. Be ready for somethin' sweet.

The Golden Shovel Anthology: New Poems Honoring Gwendolyn Brooks

Last updated February 24, 2023