by Gil McElroy
Bathrooms behind a movie screen
I had to walk
onto the stage
up the stairs stage left & behind the screen
to pee
It was a sheet
the white screen
a bed sheet though larger
& I saw an image
its moving reverse
as I passed behind
This is me
remembering Cuba/the
crisis with missiles/the
air raid drills/the
sirens/the bowling alley
bomb-shelter
my father gone for days
Remembering
my mother alone/my
sisters & me
Remembering a movie I cannot
recall
its white colour entirely
satisfactory
