THE BOOK OF DAVID
from My Life as Adam
by Bryan Borland
He’s divorced and remarried now,
blue collared factory slave
in Mississippi somewhere, shackled
to the second shift, daily
repetitive movements undoing history,
heat and grease replacing the smell
of freedom at sixteen,
of my bedroom in November, my parents off
chasing Rolling Stones.
of “flat bed” Ford in “Take It Easy,”
said to treat it like a popsicle then
let me lay my head on his stomach
(most straight boys don’t).
So many men but he was the only one who
took the time to teach me.
I’d watch him communicate patiently with
his deaf younger brother, his rough hands
transformed through sign language,
a gentle education
on the complexities of the world.
These are my last memories of him.
I picture him now guiding the new guys on
how to operate the machines.
I picture them listening.