02-14-2019, 01:18 AM
i come from a family of bad hips we carry our weight in our walk
our legs at bad angles my father simplified by his pain
on the stairs his back hunches he sleeps with deliberate motions
on the farm he used to dig the fastest the shovel his whole self
it was a way to survive like stealing blackberries in the heat it was a way
lips smeared purple his tongue showed when it finally rained he caught it mouthfirst