11-03-2023, 06:34 AM
Steelies and Windmills
Playing marbles, we haunted
the linoleum entryway
like the poltergeist
that rattles this poem,
bedsheet membrane
keeping curiously
out of sight.
In this, my brother displayed
an eloquent property
of matter — one thing
cannot occupy
the space of another.
He was a good brother
and molested me for years.
Playing marbles, we haunted
the linoleum entryway
like the poltergeist
that rattles this poem,
bedsheet membrane
keeping curiously
out of sight.
In this, my brother displayed
an eloquent property
of matter — one thing
cannot occupy
the space of another.
He was a good brother
and molested me for years.