Ivan Young

P. Ivan Young is the author of A Shape in the Waves, and a recipient of a 2011 Individual Artist Award from the Maryland State Arts Council. His most recent publications are in the forthcoming Tupelo Press erotic poetry anthology and in the anthology Challenges for the Delusional, as well as in Zone 3, The Summerset Review, Crab Orchard Review and Barnwood. He teaches at Salisbury University in Maryland where he lives with his wife and two children.

Visiting the Neighborhood

The entrance at the back of the complex
led onto a road, where an upended couch
tilted into a ditch and a washing machine
gleamed avocado beneath pine needles.

From the end, you turned left and left again,
then cut a trail to find the cul-de-sac
of bright brick houses. We'd walk as far
as we dared before a man pushing a mower

might stop to ask, "whadda you boys need?"
That was a question we could never answer.
I loved the name of the place, White Hall,
imagined that each interior was a stretch

of marble perfect wall adorned by smiling
photos of the family. Our own halls
were brailled with nail holes of former
tenants, the spackled rounds of fists.

But doesn't longing clarify the body?
The boys I left behind: Tommy, wearing
the World War II trenching tool;
Danny, whose father, so much older

than the other parents, died in his recliner
one sunny afternoon while watching baseball;
Duke, who stole his mother's car and crashed
into a wall. Boys who knew when you were posing,

waiting for someone to say, "smile." Boys
who, on those latch-key days, held themselves
in narrow passages when no one
was there to show them what to do.