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so they wouldn't talk about it
but they made myths,
and you cried
nurturing a child
half-man half-beast,
and you saw to it that the signs
arranged themselves so as to explain
unforeseen behavioural betrayals.
so the corners of the mind
were cobweb-cluttered
and to navigate them meant the lifeless
smirk of a spider,
in short, it was different
and you were terrified.
and there was no fixed exchange rate
for the pain emitted into the duosphere
from your frame atremble,
what if the mark on its forehead meant
you'd been
the seed of corruption's bearer.
so when the time came
for the fledgling to resurge
broad-shouldered,
you had hope
that the curse had been a veil
noiselessly cast off.
"nothing sticks to the surface of your heart," you said
and both your hopes
and worst assumptions ended up correct,
teflon overgrowth to offset
a shame-forged core.
well, child, let it all go -
the weight
lighter than a feather
when spread
on the collective backs
of cardboard bystanders
and the fear rummaging the trashcans
of their brains,
branding their offspring with myths and names.
but they made myths,
and you cried
nurturing a child
half-man half-beast,
and you saw to it that the signs
arranged themselves so as to explain
unforeseen behavioural betrayals.
so the corners of the mind
were cobweb-cluttered
and to navigate them meant the lifeless
smirk of a spider,
in short, it was different
and you were terrified.
and there was no fixed exchange rate
for the pain emitted into the duosphere
from your frame atremble,
what if the mark on its forehead meant
you'd been
the seed of corruption's bearer.
so when the time came
for the fledgling to resurge
broad-shouldered,
you had hope
that the curse had been a veil
noiselessly cast off.
"nothing sticks to the surface of your heart," you said
and both your hopes
and worst assumptions ended up correct,
teflon overgrowth to offset
a shame-forged core.
well, child, let it all go -
the weight
lighter than a feather
when spread
on the collective backs
of cardboard bystanders
and the fear rummaging the trashcans
of their brains,
branding their offspring with myths and names.
Literature
The Sins of The Father
I’m the sum of all my fathers
But I won’t carry all their sins
The seed of life is precious
But blown away by gentle winds
Bad that’s happened in the past
Cannot be blamed today
For those who came before us
Have left their mark but gone away
We may inherit family features
And some traits just carry on
But we are all individuals who
Need to know that we belong
Literature
recovery crawl
beating
is kinder
than leaving.
sometimes I wish
your last words were
movements.
a hand against my cheek,
a fist to my chest,
an arm around my neck,
nails on my wrist.
the ache more real
and easy
to find.
every night I ache and
I point all over.
mostly my heart,
mostly my mind,
to the words stuck
that won’t loosen
that wedge themselves
in my teeth and fall out when
I’m drunk,
in his lap. he doesn’t need them, boy
that loves me until his
teeth rot, who says I don’t
deserve you who constricts
my waist with his hands and who
whispers I love you before
we fuck. he’s got courage like
the front lines of war
Literature
Winter
I remember winter in
the old stove we huddled at,
an audience of shivering limbs
within cold walls.
There was a desperation to this closeness
that love could never inspire. It glowed
within us, a common flame
we dared not feed, and through
the night we curled in embers
and burned ourselves to sleep.
I could almost remember summer’s
cotton arms, the playfulness
of ocean waves in August. Those dreams
wished to drown us beneath memories
and wishes, but
in the moment before we awoke,
as the tide cried
for me to stay, I always
always swam to shore.
Every morning, I breathed snow-capped
mountains in the air. They were nothing
more th
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that last paragraph broke me. gorgeous.