[from Mary Rose O’Reilley’s Half Wild, 2006, winner of the 2005 Walt Whitman Award]
The Girl They Caught
Sometime after midnight
they cut the 12-horse Evinrude,
their boat bumps at the dock.
Your kitchen lamp
defines a cribbage game.
Everything dark is holding.
I hear them come in
They carry the girl in a quilt.
You twist the lure
caught in her lip, snip the barb,
and back it out of her mouth.
I hear their boots on the dock,
their coddling way with the girl,