Winner of The Letter Review Prize for Poetry
No This
“Let’s approach this calmly, shall we?”
There is no this. Already
there is no we, only
me—
you with your
whatever, whoever, not wanting me
to make a scene and now
your back towards me moving away from me
towards the city (cafes, bars, on either side).
My feet are walking my life
down the road to the station.
The long rail darkening
as far as the eye can see.
Roger Craik is a retired academic who lives in Ohio.