the alternate child

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she and me

Submitted: May 21, 2013

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we were both born of a dark marsh,

sweet black baths

whistling a stinging song

first heard from a kettle.

or

rather, i see us in the effect of

a bullet through glass,

a colorless burst rippling over pavement:

the panicked quiet

that always accompanied a sudden Autumn.



i grew up

gaunt-hearted

but with a thick, slow pulse,

a sort of liver stretching and fattening

beneath the skin.


i grew into

a dream of snakes and worms in pale bloomers,

fallen into a psychiatric design

while still too small to see around

the curvature of the earth.


found alone

with a boogeyman-mother drunk against the closet door.


without hysterics or condolences,

she is ultimately accepted

as a rat with conscience.



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