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I hear your words on the other end of the line
and my heart leaps into my throat
(there it still pumps, lodged, remote);
each beat brings a memory pulsing to mind --
a wise-foolish boy writes red-hot in the corner,
a blood-born brother breaks all hell loose,
a creviced mother slinks, heavy, from hope
a father in a jail cell dreams of liquor and smoke.
God came to prison, he told me once,
only to leave him once he was home.
I breathe in slow and listen close
(to the unravelled unwound unbound unknown).
What once was fastened now is loosed;
there's blood when one flesh tears in two.
I breathe in slow and listen close
(to the unravelled unwound unbound unknown).
What once was fastened now is loosed;
there's blood when one flesh tears in two.
as a child of divorce, that last couplet is powerful. all the more poignant given our upcoming addition to the family, where both sets of his grandparents are "loosed".
ReplyDeleteYes. I felt this news as thought they were my own flesh and blood. The couple I'm thinking of was on the edge but are now going to counseling. It's a student I love so dearly--two students, actually, brothers--who are caught in the middle. It's excruciating to watch, and I'm sure even more so to live through. Love you, Liv, and I know you will be a wonderful aunt to that little one.
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