Jed Myers

Dark Tea

Mom scrounged her comforts—cigarette,
coffee, an hour of evening TV
(Naked City on the black-and-white set
where for a while the troubles could be).
And after she put us to bed, she’d polish
the silver, varnish the rickety end
table, darn a scarf, demolish
our father in mental effigy, spend
five minutes long-distance with her mother
in Heaven. I see Mom now
as an unconsoled child, another
of us. I’ve come to see how
love loses touch. Tonight, it’s dark tea
with Ella—Someone to Watch Over Me . . .

Author Portrait

Jed Myers is a Philadelphian living in Seattle. Two of his poetry collections, The Nameless (Finishing Line Press) and Watching the Perseids (winner of the 2013 Sacramento Poetry Center Book Award), are 2014 publications. Recent recognitions include Southern Indiana Review’s Mary C. Mohr Editors’ Award, the Literal Latte Poetry Award, and a Pushcart nomination. His poems have appeared or are forthcoming in Prairie Schooner, Nimrod International Journal, Fugue, Atlanta Review, I-70 Review, Painted Bride Quarterly, Crab Orchard Review, Blast Furnace, Assisi, About Place Journal, and elsewhere. He’s a psychiatrist with a therapy practice and teaches at the University of Washington.

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