DELTA LEO REMEMBERS HER
by David Spicer
pattered on the Winnebago
the Black Hills,
Leo and I
flew ahead of us.
Drink that cider, Peppermint Boy!
Let’s climb up Lincoln’s nose, Delta Leo said.
Oh, Delta, pretend you’re a mermaid
and eat that eel.
asked, You got any Queen?
“Fat Bottomed Girls” thumped
Can we go . . .
Ice fishing? No,
Hey nephew, get out here,
above the music.
Hey boy, you gotta navigate us to Texas!
I said, don’t you
He ran off with the widow wearing
that velvet jacket. What was her name? I asked.
Delta Leo said.
Her jacket had a
polar bear on the back.
some cottage cheese, saying,
Well, I got tired of
my cherry sours all the time, anyways.
I hope their tongues meet and meld
Spicer has poems in Chiron Review,
Alcatraz, Gargoyle, Furtive Dalliance, Raw, Rat’s Ass Review, The Ginger Collect, Easy
Street, Yellow Mama,
Ploughshares, Scab, The American Poetry Review,
and elsewhere. He is the author of Everybody Has a Story and five
chapbooks; his latest chapbook is From the Limbs of a Pear Tree, available
from Flutter Press.