Three Fibonacci Microstructures

A.E. Weisgerber

A Package, Unremarked, Was Abandoned Three Days Ago by a Coward

My father in knee-breeches, overshadowed by a barbarian father,

left in a paper sack of loose photographs

wedged between the storm

and front doors

riles old

anger

up I

was

quiet

& if I ever

blithely asked

of his boyhood, he'd face

away. He gave us so much better than he got

and seeing him, crushed, in black & white, breaks my filial heart.

O I up and go

and

go out

with your

godstobby army

of crabby words that wait

for me to trip & be bayoneted; I won't fall

& pouty you will ask again: when will you ever see now for what it is.

A. I. Is the Way

the

way of

my future,

so I am told but I

believe in the wildcards

of prayer and faith & even cryptography;

deep in the coldest robot calculations, I just might can & not did.

A.E. Weisgerber is Assistant Series Editor for Wigleaf's Top 50. She's a 2018 Chesapeake Writer, 2017 Frost Place Scholar, 2014 Reynolds Fellow. @aeweisgerber