Trust Metaphor
He gave me his box of pills
to taper out and I held it
in my hands like a bird
with a broken wing. No,
like a trusty, neglected
rag tossed in my trunk, or
a favorite resentment
I could revisit day
after day. A worry
stone, a paper cut
on my fingers' webbing.
The squeaky step
to his apartment
for each morning's
sacrament. What faith,
even when I forgot his dose
he'd say it's OK through
his fever's tremble. He knew
I'd be back. And better. A ballerina
twisting in a music box.
![](https://static.wixstatic.com/media/fd7688_26d4262045134ff1b0e6266287835f17~mv2.jpg/v1/fill/w_147,h_220,al_c,q_80,usm_0.66_1.00_0.01,blur_2,enc_auto/fd7688_26d4262045134ff1b0e6266287835f17~mv2.jpg)
ISBN: 9781939728531 ; full-length poetry collection, 6x9" paperback
Cover Artwork: Mazahir @girthofvenus on Instagram
Publication Date: July 1, 2022
Author: Eric Tran
Location: Doha, Qatar and Richmond, Virginia
Distribution: Distributed by Diode Editions
—