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Rachel coughs in the room next to me A mattress on the floor cradling her softly As the air mattress beneath me dies a slow, excruciating death. (I chose this for myself - Rachel has a bad back, remember; My own back groans in protest.) We moved you from Cleveland to San Diego - three days of driving - Rachel and my competing energies warring silently the entire time, Both wishing The other were not there. I reflect on the number: 3. It’s your brother’s jersey number And everywhere in your mother’s house (Ten years now since he chose To leave this earth) We three kings, The magic number, Prime. A crowd. Its my birth order Three of Five -the middle child- Guess I’ve always been The odd man out.
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Feb 3, 2022
Feb 3, 2022 at 9:34 AM UTC
The odd man
Rachel coughs in the room next to me A mattress on the floor cradling her softly As the air mattress beneath me dies a slow, excruciating death. (I chose this for myself - Rachel has a bad back, remember; My own back groans in protest.) We moved you from Cleveland to San Diego - three days of driving - Rachel and my competing energies warring silently the entire time, Both wishing The other were not there. I reflect on the number: 3. It’s your brother’s jersey number And everywhere in your mother’s house (Ten years now since he chose To leave this earth) We three kings, The magic number, Prime. A crowd. Its my birth order Three of Five -the middle child- Guess I’ve always been The odd man out.
elizabeth-kelly
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Feb 3, 2022
Feb 3, 2022 at 9:34 AM UTC
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