I ask Jeff now if I’ll always be this sad
and he says yes.
I’m watching two girls on the swings
in the Armstrong playground,
laughing, sharing cigarettes
and I remember when the psychic said
I had everything I needed in front of me,
when I had love staring at me in the face,
big and bright
like fireworks exploding in the sky.
Pittsburgh Quarterly is now accepting submissions for its online poetry feature. PQ Poem is seeking poetry from local, national and international poets that highlight a strong voice and good use of imagery, among other criteria. To have your work featured, send up to three previously unpublished poems in Word or PDF format as well as a brief bio to
Simultaneous submissions are accepted, but if work is accepted elsewhere, please alert us.