Travis Noonan
Poetry – Third Place
When my children ask how to
ward off terrors brought on
by darkness, I wilt suggest
sleeping with two pillows:
one under the head and
the other wrapped tightly
in their arms.
“Treat the latter like
a future lover.
Tell it all of the things
your mother’d never hear.”
The hard questions will
be easy, for I still pound
“why?” into the heads
and eardrums of
those around me.
If the subject of Immortality
is ever raised I will quote
an old friend.
“Think of everything
we could learn!”