Wednesday, May 4, 2011

[dad]

I have a brain of tangled rubber bands
that keep getting caught on you

they snag onto your crooked sneer
snap back when you bare your teeth
and I trace the rising welts with weary eyes

they stretch to the darkest corners
bundle up your haunting whispers
and I play them in my head a thousand times

they bind together our broken house
forge a phony link between us
and I mourn your life as you die alone.

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