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De-liberation

A small, blonde haired child peers into a mirror

his reflection shows a short beard--

dark brown hair with streaks of gray.

 

He just finished eating ice cream

in a room where his Aunt suffered

until death.

The toppings were sprinkles

and the lies his parents told him about the day she died.

 

 

In the reflection,

the little child noticed a picture of a woman

he’s never met.

But throbbing, sleepless headaches

And $5 red wine breath from the reflection

say otherwise.

 

He draws cuts on his wrists to remember her in the future.

 

 

His superhero and wrestling action figures

are strewn about in ****** positions

he doesn’t know about. Yet.    

 

When the power goes out--

TV stays on.

The little boy watches silver orbs drill into someone’s head

while hugging his power rangers blanket.

In his head

he recites  David Lynch’s Alphabet.

 

The scent of hotcakes lingers in the air.

Before dissipating,

Uncle mumbles

about the deaths of the child's siblings

that haven't happened.

Little child was given money

by grandparents,

For church,

but it smells like ****

In the background,

the reflection has portraits of Ginsberg and William Godwin.

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brycical
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Aug 9, 2011
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