Jeff Mock

Caution Creates Its Own Gravity

It becomes more difficult to leave
The dollhouse. The sky is a sort

Of trap. It won’t let go
Of your eyes. One hand reaches

To touch it. The other must clutch
The doorknob. Don’t float

Away. Keep one foot
Always on the ground. Don’t run,

Don’t jump. If you hold your breath,
The air will return someday.



Jeff Mock is the author of Ruthless (Three Candles Press, 2010). His poems appear in American Poetry Review, The Atlantic Monthly, The Georgia Review, New England Review, The Southern Review, and elsewhere. He directs the MFA program at Southern Connecticut State University and lives in New Haven, Connecticut, with his wife, Margot Schilpp, and their daughters, Paula and Leah.


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