this home
where sane brother
and ****** sister
ate sliced apples
played pool
and swam only
at night
a home so inadequately haunted
we invented a previous family
mother, father, a lame child
all three suicides
it was the lame child
we dwelled on
so much so
our real mother
sent our most current father
to the backyard
with a shovel
brother went mad to see it
and sister began to throw up
in the mornings
then disappeared
and left two notes
one confessed pregnancy
and one bulimia
I lied, too
but am not poor
and will not say
a brother
went mad
overseas
start with your mother’s handwriting
I love my own because when her children
were naked
saying so
was a sin
instead, she called them
rare
Sep 6, 2012
Sep 6, 2012 at 2:28 AM UTC
this home
where sane brother
and ****** sister
ate sliced apples
played pool
and swam only
at night
a home so inadequately haunted
we invented a previous family
mother, father, a lame child
all three suicides
it was the lame child
we dwelled on
so much so
our real mother
sent our most current father
to the backyard
with a shovel
brother went mad to see it
and sister began to throw up
in the mornings
then disappeared
and left two notes
one confessed pregnancy
and one bulimia
I lied, too
but am not poor
and will not say
a brother
went mad
overseas
start with your mother’s handwriting
I love my own because when her children
were naked
saying so
was a sin
instead, she called them
rare
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