it is for
the sake
of my mother’s
brother
that I
am named.
I know only
the most
insufficient
detail
of his life:
that he drowned.
a kind
great uncle
I imagine
he would’ve been
to my sons.
him regaling to my daughter
stories
of his wild
sister; wiling away in houseless trees.
whenever I hold my breath
my brothers fight.
Jun 30, 2012
Jun 30, 2012 at 4:34 AM UTC
it is for
the sake
of my mother’s
brother
that I
am named.
I know only
the most
insufficient
detail
of his life:
that he drowned.
a kind
great uncle
I imagine
he would’ve been
to my sons.
him regaling to my daughter
stories
of his wild
sister; wiling away in houseless trees.
whenever I hold my breath
my brothers fight.
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