My father smoked a pipe,loved to stare in the camera’s eye,make of it a twinkle or a wink,those were the days of ginand tonic, those were the dayswhen he believed in the magicof his fertile brain—they calledhis body genius, the masteryover bat and ball, the lithein his walk, the musclesof youth—and in his brain,sparing, alert,…
in that realm, a man of straw can pass for a man. sleep him in the woods on a horse’s skull—skull so he dreams of echoes, horse so his heart learns to gallop. unlearn him the language of his starving mother, pull his shoulders back, and he’ll swagger. he’ll see a blooming meadow and think,…
When you were torn from me, summer gleamed like glass and teemed down in hot, silvery, perfect beads. And I could not bear to be touched. Not by the silk of skin I was swathed in, not by the rain which shattered, then regrouped, unharmed. Rain everywhere like the touch of a man who wants so much…
the way the light does the cells inside the skinor as the water does deep inside the veinof the leaf, alone in the oblong tub my toeturned the tap, newly wed to this interior.It was the year we touched no onebut each other night after night,season after season, and then another spring.
This was the summer of kitchen stove burners full of tin foil,my family’s women circling esfand smoke around the house. Our neighbor Mike was still a decade away from raping a woman.I still knew nothing of the pocketed jewelry, the body left for dead. I still rode bikes to the candy mansion with the neighborhood…
after Bobby Chacon if you see it down the side of my face leave me alone if you see it in my eyes come take a look it’s difficult to rub blood out of your eye & block left hooks at the same time
—after Bobby Chacon only criminals fight for money are committed to this thing to get money to get enough to serve seven years & I’ve paid & I didn’t have the money the kids for my crimes if I didn’t have to serveto get money my family I’d fight for the money another ten years I paid for my…
after Bobby Chacon that’s all it was just fighting out of my head doing whatever it took to reach him there was no real plan it was whatever it took fighting him was it all fighting no head just to reach that’s all no head just doing my plan fighting to reach out of my head fighting to reach him doing it…
after Bobby Chacon it’s with youall the timelike a wifeit will knowif you don’ttreat it rightbut if youtreat it rightit can be goodlike a wifeit’s with youall the timeyou treather rightyou knowif you don’ttreat her righta wife can’tbe goodall the timelike fightinglike herlike a wifethe timeyou don’ttreat her rightcan be allthe timea wife canbe goodif…
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