Woo hoo! I'm thinking it's still okay to post the name of the book where this poem was published, and also, I'll post the poem here. It's copyrighted in the book, Sweetbay Review, 2011, which just came out two weeks ago. This one still tugs at my heart. It is one of my favorites because it is all true, and the moments that we are able to enjoy our g'sfg are so few and far between, I absolutely had to write it down. Someday, I'll show it to him. Right now, he couldn't care less. Or worse, he'd bite my head off. The other poems accepted recently are mostly about my dad or cousin. Two are in Sweetbay, and two are in Red River Review. I've also got two chapbooks finished and floating about in cyberspace, one called "Welcome to the Neighborhood," and the other called "Wings and Muses." Wish me luck; I've never had a collection published before. Transience Its five minutes before next week, sun slanting across kitchen butcher block, his smile spread like blueberry jam, dimples chiseled with Big Screen charm. Confidence is easy as a forearm draped next to a chessboard before cornering a bishop. His eyes twinkle, mesmerized as his older sister flicks hair over her shoulder, embellishes tales of sorority sleepovers, frat pranks, professors with shoes on the wrong feet. She inhales her CocaCola and chokes on her own punchline, spewing snot across the table. And here he is, at the table. Eye-to-eye. Snortling. Breath coming in clumps. If it could last until the moon rises over tomorrowoh, if only.