Tuesday, July 16, 2013

Our Modern Dismantled Family on Vacation


Our Modern Dismantled Family on Vacation
Montauk, Summer 2011
By Michele Spiezia
           
My father is curled in the bed next to mine
like a boy, and my boy is curled next to you
in the room down the hall. You exist
somewhere between my heart
and its guillotine landfill.

Our understanding is jurassic--
the point from which we say ‘this is happy.’
The guttural laugh. A domestic task completed.

I admit
I was always the one executing the extraction,
and that’s less for me about moving on,
and more about the need to keep moving:
through this place of shadows,
the flotsam & jetsam of relationship carnage,
settling into the scar tissue
of our exponential life--



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