In the Old PackardĀ 

Connemara Wadsworth

Maybe a hand-me-down from Uncle B,

smells like a garage. Surely heā€™d found it,

fixed it up, tinkered with it, passed it on.

Room enough for the whole carpool to school.


Once the heavy beast slid down an icy hill

as my mother tried everythingā€”brake,

steering wheel, horn, all as impotent

as she. I can still feel that quiet slide.


Somehow on the way to visit the Concord

grandparents, a door swung wide

and my brother Stephen fell onto the curb

on the Alewife Bridge, his chin bloody.


I learned the body could be sewn back up

as cloth that tears can be made whole,

just a seam, a small scar left. No words

for awe, just a sting called jealousy.

Connemara Wadsworth's chapbook,Ā The Possibility of Scorpions, won the White Eagle Coffee Store Press 2009 Chapbook Contest. Her poems have most recently appeared inĀ Prairie Schooner, Smoky Blue Literary & Arts Magazine, Valparaiso, The Kentucky Review,Ā andĀ The Mayo Review.Ā Connemara and her husband live in Newton, Massachusetts.