Keith S. Wilson
Ode to the Police

may your feet and hands be soft.
may the pads of your fingers
be like aloe vera kleenex
and your chest fill the land with the strong

and dependable comfort of medicated balm.

may your hair glitter like the targets of stars

and your sirens resound like children

for their fathers.

may we see you coming a mile away.


may you taste the common taste of milk the way
we taste the common taste of milk
and your heart become extreme—large
as a softball at the zipper of the ribs and therefore let it be




let it be so big you cannot breathe

for all your other feeling 

Found In Volume 49, No. 05
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About the Author

Keith S. Wilson is an Affrilachian Poet and a Cave Canem fellow. He is a recipient of an NEA Fellowship, an Elizabeth George Foundation Grant, and an Illinois Arts Council Agency Award, and has received both a Kenyon Review Fellowship and a Stegner Fellowship. Additionally, he has received fellowships or grants from Bread Loaf, Tin House, and the MacDowell Colony, among others. His book, Fieldnotes on Ordinary Love (Copper Canyon), was recognized by the New York Times as a best new book of poetry.