Kevin Prufer Poems

Do you know where our child has gone?
I'm sorry. Do you know what has become
of him? I'm sorry. [ .] Is he hiding
in a closet? No. Is he crouched among
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A good way to fall in love
is to turn off the headlights
and drive very fast down dark roads.
...

The little red jewel in the bottom of your wineglass
is so lovely I cannot rinse it out,

so I go into the cool and grassy air to smoke.
Which is your warmly lit house
...

The black Mercedes
with the Ayn Rand
vanity plate
crashed through
...

The old cat was dying in the bushes.
Its breaths came slow, slow,
and still
it looked out over the sweetness of the back lawn,
...

They wanted him to stop kicking like that—
it made their eyes corkscrew, drilled the sun in the sky
so light dumped out like blood from a leak.
The boy in the trunk wouldn't die.
...