Finding a way out


They chose the same day—
Dillinger waltzing his way


out of Crown Point
brandishing a wooden


pistol, my uncle Walter
clench fisted


and crying, a fifth
mouth to feed


in a two-room house
on frozen farmland.


The hopes pinned
on first sons—the name


of the father handed down
no consideration


of how it will look
in headlines. Another gun


metal cold
front approaches.


A stolen car speeds
toward Minnesota, delivering Dillinger


and Billie to set up a love nest,
a hideout, several towns over


from where this new boy
lies quiet, relieved


to be on the outside.

Author: Kelly Nelson