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I
The Boy
A child of broken whiskey bottles
and stained old carpet
built hastily, with scraps of stolen innocence
Porcelain in overalls,
with full harvest moon eyes.

II
Father
He had distant star eyes,
always looking for things far away
and when he found them,
doused them in *****
and set them ablaze, watching as they burned
in his saw mill hands.

III
Aunt
She was a war of a woman.
Embraced him with her entrenching arms,
a cloud of mustard gas perfume
rising from her breastworks,
into her flaming hair.

IV
Mother
Mother was a whispered name in grey stone,
a grey photograph on the brown mantel,
with perfect skin and dull eyes,
he'd seen her ghost at the piano one night.

V
Uncle
He had ****** hands
that he shoved into his pockets
when he put his cleaver down for the night.
He always offered crimson quarters
that bought red striped candies.
An experiment....
We are beautiful contradictions.
Living, while dying,
and rarely satisfied with either.
 Mar 2014 Coop Lee
D
Sweater Weather
 Mar 2014 Coop Lee
D
When I'm sad,
I put on the sweater you bought me
It's still so soft, almost like brand new

Lately though,
I find myself wearing it a lot more
These heavy turn of events, all leading back to you

— The End —