By Christopher Lettera

I couldn’t save
my father the
night his heart
clouded against
the horizon of
his insides.

Neither could
the EMT who
left his bag at
my father’s

He followed me
back to the house
and before he left,
on reflex, I offered him:

water, green tea, a granola bar.

Christopher Lettera teaches poetry writing and fiction writing at Youngstown State University. He received the Robert R. Hare Award for Fiction and placed as runner-up in the Ohio River Valley Chapter of the National Society of Arts and Letters Short Story Writing Competition. His poetry has appeared in 4th and Sycamore; his fiction in Crack the Spine, Jersey Devil Press, Literary Orphans, and Postcard Shorts, and was selected for The 2015 Jersey Devil Press Anthology. He has been twice nominated for the Pushcart Prize.


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