Becoming Attached


For me, hope rested on the shoulders of a boy’s birthday party at the tip of summer with  
quaint and tranquil weather; fireflies had just begun to organize in backyards.  All his
friends were invited; one father arrived unexpectedly with his 35 mm eye.

Color came to the boy’s cheeks as he ran around the yard with the others, I tried to set
the scene so we could be a father and son, not step-family pushing on each other.  A
decade later it is little wonder to me he was drawn to the picture-perfect father with the
camera.

The summer quickly faded and fishing trips became memories I bend and break to this
day, though every-so-often I catch myself crying the familiar fish guts on the counter top
for a future wiped clean of our differences.  
photo by
Shavar Ross
r.kv.r.y. poetry by daniel martinez

summer-fall 2007