So Much Needs to be Said

 By Millicent Borges Accardi,


So much needs to be

Said. There is thickness

And the air feels dark

As if the world

is delayed on a corner near

by to catch the bad

news, starting with? They had two

Good seasons where the leaves

Were dry and our dreams owned

Special powers, then, it was easy

Not fast. The creek was rushing

And full, reminding her of an old

Soldier, spitting into a

Tin case, with red and black

Polish sitting in his hand

Like a pack of easy cigarettes

I’ll bet he has a carton of those

Too. On the carpet next

To his dresser is a shoe rack

And he stands, there, where

He puts on his tie every morning

Standing on one foot as he eases

On his slip ons and calmly pulls through

A double Windsor knot, wrapping

The left hand around twice before

sorting it through. He hears

Sirens and looks out the low window

To the backyard, already heating

Up with smoke, like the fog

Coming in. He folds a daily

White handkerchief for

His side pant’s pocket

And checks the gold watch

Before smoothing the surface

Of his 1928 liberty lady



Millicent Borges Accardi, a Portuguese-American writer, is the author of four poetry books, most recently Only More So (Salmon Poetry). Her awards include fellowships from the National Endowment for the Arts (NEA), Fulbright, CantoMundo, Creative Capacity, the California Arts Council, The Corporation of Yaddo, Fundação Luso-Americana, and Barbara Deming Foundation. She lives in the hippie enclave of Topanga, CA and recent work is in Laurel Review, Mantis, Quiddity and The Journal