Geoff Anderson

When Introducing My Father

to prove I am black
I show them his

palms muddy rivers
rusted nails on mahogany

inspect his face
his mustache bumps

where steel husked
barb hair coiled

short on the scalp
they hold their arms

to his shaded branches
my hands glow against

the back I scorch
when we embrace

he never saying
if it burns


Geoff Anderson crosses the bridge, the tracks, the overpass in Columbus, OH. His work has appeared or is forthcoming in Wherewithal, Cider Press Review, and UptheStaircaseQuarterly, among others.