I picture my father
lighting a cigarette
in the baby dark
of his ******
awareness
while sitting
on a motorcycle
not yet surrounded
by snow
I listen for my mother
telling tales
of white owls
struggling
in outhouse
webs
and of the hole
with a bottom
I admire
the dollhouse
ghost
brushing its hair
in the lopsided
mirror
of my brother’s
loose
tooth
and I plan
to make a stick
figure
family
from no more
than eye-
lashes
Nov 25, 2013
Nov 25, 2013 at 9:42 PM UTC
I picture my father
lighting a cigarette
in the baby dark
of his ******
awareness
while sitting
on a motorcycle
not yet surrounded
by snow
I listen for my mother
telling tales
of white owls
struggling
in outhouse
webs
and of the hole
with a bottom
I admire
the dollhouse
ghost
brushing its hair
in the lopsided
mirror
of my brother’s
loose
tooth
and I plan
to make a stick
figure
family
from no more
than eye-
lashes
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