1976 • David LaBounty

I remember standing in my room at night, under the
ancient shelter of faraway gables

I remember the wonder of the transistor radio, playing in the
smallness of my once still hand

I remember the radiator, forever coiled against the
plaster of winter’s eternal wall

I remember how I was warmth, how I was the
potential for warmth

as the fog of my breath stained the
untroubled window


David LaBounty has held jobs as a miner, a mechanic, a reporter and a salesman. His work has appeared in Rattle, the Los Angeles Review, Booth, the New Plains Review, Night Train, SmokeLong Quarterly and other journals. His first collection of poetry will be released in the fall of 2011 from Elm Ridge Books.