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Searching a dead neighborhood (a poem by Taylor Graham)

Looking for Maria


Condemned and boarded up, these rows

of four-plex former public housing.

If she’s here, she’s deader than

the deadbolt locks. Twelve years old, a face

that sunnies out of photocopy posters

looking for luck in the 7-Eleven’s

all over town.

Rows of houses, every floor-plan’s

the same: flashlight entry to a kitchen,

living-room linoleum,

up the stairs to banged-out windows

(a starling beat itself to death

against the light). Then on to bathroom,

bedroom, closet, cleaned-out shelves.

She isn't here.

Thirty units to the street

where tenants left or were evicted

in a hurry. And every floor-

plan’s the same. A smoke detector

blips along the hall. Kitchen

living-room up the stairs to

bedroom bathroom toilet drains

to closet left and down and out.

I'm dizzy with doors where

people lived and packed things up and

only left a pull-top tab a button

a dead starling. She isn’t here.


~ Taylor Graham


first appeared in Free Lunch


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