a blackbox recorder
would've remembered us better
I see
the chewed off head
of a babysitter
the stars and the stripes
and our laughter
struck across the neighborhood
***
During the Lord's Prayer
Irene would take smoke breaks
Grace and I stood alone
in the quiet of the rectory
watching crows
fly into the glass
****
Tuesday, March 23, 2010
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fucking amazing
ReplyDeletei know i already said that i think this piece is amazing, but since no one else has spoken up I find it necessary to repeat myself. this is amazing. i dont know what it is, the subtle narrative, the contradiction you bring up between youth and adulthood, it's just really great.
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