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June 29,2011

I remember 9 A.M
you’re asleep peacefully
I stop on my way out watching your hair flutter

12 PM
your only son
knocks frantically
calling for me.
No one can find you.
we can’t leave notes on the door and tape on the doorway.
to find you

12:15 PM
your son and I are home.
all search through your bureau
searching for, looking for, an answer
until my sister finds it.
A typed 2 page letter, 12PT times new roman font
you meticulously typed it out, fingers on home keys,
back straight in chair, thumbs on space bar
“You’re all better off without me.”
my mother reads us your final words
for what seems like an eternity
pain rips through the surface as my mother, your wife
sends shards of sharp searing pain in the form of screams
drowning out my sister, your older daughters shackled breathing.
I try not to shatter the wall I’m sitting against
the boiling red hot anger burns through my veins and lodges
into my eyes, all I can see is red.

6PM
they found you at the hospital,
going into renal failure from the Tylenol
your wife doesn’t let us see you for the first few days
she lets your 16 year old daughter take care of us,
she herself struggling to comprehend the situation we were all in
makes dinner while I do laundry and dishes to give her a break
your son confides that he is afraid to cry because he feels he won’t be able to stop.

July 4th 2011
we visit you  it is an awkward,
elephant in the room Miles between all of us and yet no space at all
I can’t breathe
When we leave I hold my brothers hand telling him words my mother had said to me “Everything will be okay.”

August 23, 2014
Its 4 am
I had a dream about it again,
I felt my heart break and re-break
Into a million little sharp pieces
I wake up,
Breath caught
My chest a vice refusing to unclench
And I remember those words.

“Everything will be okay.”
Everything will be okay.”
Everything will be okay.”

Now I know,
It was a lie.
Yeah, I see you
girl at the back of the class
hoping that if she keeps quiet
no one will ask her to speak
Hoping that if she wills her lips sewn shut
no one will see her

Yeah I see you,
boy melting into the back wall
wearing the chains of camouflaged silence
to cover up voices that scream insecurity
hoping that if he stays quiet
no one will see him

Yeah I see you,
Youre not invisible to me
girl afraid to speak because everytime
she did she was struck,

Yeah I see you.
youre not invisible to me
boy afraid to speak his mind because
hes been told hes stupid one too many times.
I see you
God ****** ,
I see you.
I am New England cold
a snowstorm covered in the red dirt of the american southwest
a lurking cold tugs at the corners of showing and telling.

Expression is the enemy

I am broken parts
fastened with unkept promises,
damaged by addiction
and frayed strings of a family

To others concealed,  
a cement mask of apathy
affixed to the flushed cheeks
of a child betrayed

Privately I drown
in the quiet
of a hollow home,
these phrases with no meaning
not enough to
fill the space

Deafening silence between people
words ejected from spitting mouths
words falling on indifferent ears

I am the New England cold
a searing heat  burning through
the black coal of veiled eyes and padlocked mouths  
a jaded pulse seeping through
the cracks in my armour

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