subscribeFeb 7, 2010
how it came to pass that i left poetry, part 46
Feb. 7, 2010 9:38 a.m.
Because he looks like our father and is nearing the age our father was when he died. Because I look like our mother and am the age our mother was was when I was born. Because once he lives longer than my father it will be like watching my father live out the years he was not granted. Because looking in on my life might make him feel as if he is re-witnessing hers. Because in this way he is a ghost to me. Because in this way I am a ghost to him. Because ghosts hide from one another. Because in hiding we remain peripheral. Because the periphery only knows silence. Because it is natural to ignore what can’t be acknowledged. Because cloaks have folds to hide inside. Because folds are pleasurable. Because pleasure is safer. Because there is no safe.
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