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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