After My Brother’s Death, I Reflect on the Iliad (Elisa Gonzalez)

A prismatic, sublime poem.

Representative stanza: “You are dead at twenty-two. As I rinse dishes, fumble for keys, buy kale and radishes, /

in my ear Priam repeats, I have kissed the hand of the man who killed my son. /

Would I do that? I ask as I pass the store labeled SIGNS SIGNS.”