Everything
exceeds its name. If at first it
doesn't hurt, then wait. Count to ten, repeat. Take the chisel to
your chest
and swing. Feel dust enter lungs, sift into
abdomen. The girl says she can't eat; it hurts too much. She carries
sharp shoulder bones over
a
bent torso, as I remember her
grandmother did. Family
news
of a car
crash (minor) and Alzheimer's
(increase of anger). We
inherit things, my son says, to distinguish me from his real family. "You're my legal mother." Ten minutes later he brings his computer to share
baseball highlights.
Giancarlo Stanton shatters his bat; the
replay shows him confused, unable to see the ball from home. The box score reads 2B.
--10
August 2016
Zwicky,
#52
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