Ars Poetica

When the car ran into the boy, he turned
into a goat with two heads and fled

into the hills, so we could not wander far.


My brother pointed to the bushes stirring—
There, he said. Do you see it? We sipped
Pepsi from small paper cups and napped


on the floor until the windows dimmed.
Guests came for dinner—silver, fine china,
a cup of tea, a slice of cake. Our neighbor


sang Strauss. Her hands came down on
the piano keys as if she meant to hurt them.
Her voice became the room, a spoon


trembling on the edge of a saucer. Everyone
remained composed. I could feel myself
cracking like a clay pot. When I broke, I held


both hands over my mouth, but my voice came
rushing out, a great sob that sounded like
laughter. I laughed so hard, I couldn’t breathe.

Blas Falconer is the author of four poetry collections, including Rara Avis (Four Way Books, forthcoming 2024), and a coeditor of two anthologies, The Other Latin@: Writing Against a Singular Identity and Mentor and Muse: Essays from Poets to Poets. A recipient of the National Endowment for the Arts grant and the Maureen Egen Writers Exchange Award, he teaches in the MFA program at San Diego State University and has recently become the editor-in-chief for Poetry International Online.