Poetry: "Of Stone and Loss" by Joe Barca


we buried you

in a butterfly grave


in Western Pennsylvania

you were the symptom girl


and I was the cloud boy

you were the second born


and I was the fourth in line

you sat on the last couch


and I read Tolstoy

we listened to the hum of the IV


I had no poems left in me

so I held you between


the morphine and the rain

ten years later


I sit in a parking garage

my head bangs


the steering wheel

and I know that


we are often wrong to die





Joe Barca is a poet from New England. He is married with two children and a wheaten terrier. He has published four short poetry collections. Joe is a fast talker and a slow runner. Joe can be found on twitter @shepherdmoon53 and on instagram at poetblacksmith.