the parents
have each
a flyswatter.
they are very worried
about their angel, about their boy
with flu-like symptoms.
in two locations
my son
is unknown
is achieving
a boredom
his disease
can’t reach.
my father is speechless
after
he is left. I write
about my mother
who is not pain
held
to the candle
of its possibility.
the timeline is rhetorical, is a deposit
of sleep
disguised as longing
in the heads
of single minded
repeat
abusers.
my son floats for the first time lame,
it is uplifting, a kind of sloganeering
to keep
hate
local.
I want to weigh it, what is used
by the typist
to see
loneliness
from above.
I want it to be the star
your sister needs
when her eyes
claim her hearing
and hear
for example
chicken scratches
medications
disown.
Jun 2, 2014
Jun 2, 2014 at 1:55 PM UTC
the parents
have each
a flyswatter.
they are very worried
about their angel, about their boy
with flu-like symptoms.
in two locations
my son
is unknown
is achieving
a boredom
his disease
can’t reach.
my father is speechless
after
he is left. I write
about my mother
who is not pain
held
to the candle
of its possibility.
the timeline is rhetorical, is a deposit
of sleep
disguised as longing
in the heads
of single minded
repeat
abusers.
my son floats for the first time lame,
it is uplifting, a kind of sloganeering
to keep
hate
local.
I want to weigh it, what is used
by the typist
to see
loneliness
from above.
I want it to be the star
your sister needs
when her eyes
claim her hearing
and hear
for example
chicken scratches
medications
disown.
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