Chad Frame

Chad Frame

Photo by Ruchama Bilenky

Among My Souvenirs

Connie Francis at a Howard Johnson Motor Hotel in Westbury, 1974.

Smiling where the boys are face, cherubic

and shoe-stomped, someone the night- waits for me

black bouffant into my teased, room edge limned

lavender, he backdrop creeps blue-bordered

rectangle without like a boxed- making

in room, a slip of flashed sound bare vinyl,

a long two black boot arms folded over,

an empty bag, to hold used me condom

like a squashed I slug, noticed fading green

shirt yours rumpled was as wilting red ferns,

flipped mine ice tray baby a dozen pink

nipples and out of concrete, the darkness

countless my pillow force-flung once more shards

of bottle- where glass, the boys are plastic

like someone millet, waits sown seeds for me

in the earth, who’s or dragon teeth, sorry

and the knife-boned now skeletons they spawn?


Chad Frame is not at all Italian. He earned his MFA at Arcadia University. His work has appeared in Barelhouse, decomP, Rust+Moth, Menacing Hedge, Mobius: The Journal of Social Change, and elsewhere. He is the 2017 Poet Laureate of Montgomery County, Pennsylvania, the Poetry Editor of Ovunque Siamo: New Italian-American Writing, and the founder of the MARGINS panel of minority artist voices.