back in town
going by a different name
too late to run
too late to be forgiven
hurricane season
—Steve Black
painkiller
she washes the day
from my back
anoints oil to the scars
that never go away
—Steve Black
the back door
into the night
i left open
i thought
she would close
—Steve Black
Editor's Note: These are from the "lost poems" chosen by founding editor, Roberta Beach Jacobson.