No One Wears Jackets Here

by: Jason Joyce

You don’t use the fancy soaps near the ornate faucet

you don’t use the fluffy towel on the rack

You pull the ones out from below the sink,

that’s why we keep them there,


A warm closet of clothes, it’s where you keep your suitcase

no one wears jackets here

bikinis and flip-flops- something secret and at-home about it

your father was dying since the day you met him

he told you every day that he hoped he lived long enough to

watch your son play tee-ball

You know where to find it, the door

meant for leaving

home is where you keep it

but you wouldn’t dare make a mess