A Son
-- meant the door opening a draft
entering the afternoon room.
And everyone else sleeping
with their mouths open their legs.
Or if you were my father the doctor
you would be outside in the world
touching other people’s bodies opening,
holding a stick into a woman
who could not swallow for days
without it hurting. It being
the edge of her throat her voice
loose commands or the end of her mouth
the base of her tongue its root—
End of the day and a swift
pen-light, or something
mumbled from the other
side of the desk: to get dressed
because it was clear what was wrong.
Button into its hole. And a pill
into the long funnel of the body.
-- meant we had such faith in science.
meant I was partly his because I was half
his making, half his wish.
Part of the bad dream he could not wake up from
when he was young, in an old afternoon.
Sleeping the well outside his house opening
its secret mouth, deep into the world
where he knew fish were moving,
the earth shifting its feet his son
of many suns of many years
to come was making
his mind move the wind.
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Submitted on May 01, 2011
Modified on March 05, 2023
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Closest metre | Iambic tetrameter |
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Words | 205 |
Stanzas | 32 |
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