You made me. Oh you
made me, so pearled and quaking
I fell down your lava stones
coming to pieces under your blue-black… what
spiked with Southern stars
breath of stars
but then — you dumped me
like the Dipper, tossed into the balmy night.
Thank God the children wake
(I made them), half the world away
eyes ablaze with trust.
Packed with need, they feed me.
And I made you too.
Those bronze, perfect limbs
your dark mouth rare as game I sucked
until I tasted blood…
You. Cocktail trópico, lure me
to your warm sea.
I thought to pour you on my wounds,
but you bled me.
Patricia Ann Brody is a poet, whose two books are American Desire (FLP 2009) and Dangerous to Know (Salmon, 2013) mental health professional, Also Brody’s a 2004 graduate of Marilyn Hacker’s and Barry Wallenstein’s life-changing Creative Writing/English Lit Graduate Program at CCNY. Her poems in this issue of BigCityLit were selected by Nicholas Johnson with whom Patricia shared a delight-filled, tender friendship, lit by Nick’s gorgeous poetry soul. Nick’s life and work are a poem. Brody and husband Tom Kostro are parents of 3 grown children: Nick was a guest in our Wash Heights apartment and loved our family. Patricia’s daughter Katrina Kostro’s artwork and sonnets were often chosen by Nick and can be found in past issues of BCL.
RIP darling Nicky, Write on. And on.