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Glossed

Attic to Attic



 

Glossed

 
On a beach,
 
no one is ever close.
 
Mother enjoyed
father’s one face
so out of fear
father wanted
to change it.
 
If I can touch
the bottom
then I can go
further

 
I thought,
 
looking back.
 
 
 
 



 

Attic to Attic

 
Outside the jail, a mother wrapped in a Disney sweater
 safe in motor heat has a hat from the football team.
 It’s morning everywhere in the world.
 —
 In the backseat a toddler plays with her plastic fish.
 The mother squeezes a pack of cigarettes,
 her son’s favorite brand.
 She releases her grip and wipes her eyes.
 The toddler’s tiny bean-toes meet her mouth.
  —
  Everywhere in the world, it’s morning.
  For revisiting where we’ve been, there is a cost.
  In the old days, a sleeve of moss
  had to die every summer.
 
 
 
 


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