He demands I be a man. What is it to be a man? I ask him.
Category: Poetry
“for just a moment I lived / through what they may have felt”
“Am I with you, my son, in eternity, / though linear time is all I see?”
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“When I got out of work a giant pizza was on my car, covering my windshield, covering my roof and the glass of the hatchback.”
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“my only scar from childhood / is a two-inch stripe on my knee from changing / baby siblings on the floor”
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“The lion tells them that he knows a field of green pasture where they can feed to their fullest.”
(poetry)
Scars are better than photographs / to remember things by.
You tell me to keep my ass out of the road, and to stay the hell away / from the poison ivy and Virginia creeper because my skin reacts to / everything.
She only recognizes the girl in her photographs. // The boy I am recognizes her in photographs.
