The Cough
Robert Fillman

I am sleeping in the bedroom
down the hall for another night—

having spent the last two away
from my wife, in a narrow bed,

feet dangling over the edge,
unsure how to fold my long arms

as I bump against the rear wall
of the coldest room in the house.

All night, I hear my son coughing Continue reading “Robert Fillman, Three Poems” →