Spirits by Anders Carlson-Wee - Poems | Academy of American Poets

We’d lift gin from your mother’s cabinet / and walk the hallways of Robert Asp Middle

Spirits Add to anthology × Load audio player Anders Carlson-Wee We’d lift gin from your mother’s cabinet and walk the hallways of Robert Asp Middle taking swigs in plain sight from a 20 oz Pepsi Clear, your gap tooth flashing at teachers we passed, your hands forgetting to pass the bottle, screwing and unscrewing the cap. After that I moved. We lost track. The news was six months old by the time I heard. When they don’t say what happened you know what happened. We used to catch rides from highschoolers out to the Red to jump the bridge. Water thick with clay. Red with clay. We kept close

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