My father's broken legs are a curse, formed from his father,
and his father before him, trying to plant themselves in me.
Badly damaged, they are strong enough to bear his weight.
Those two legs, soft bred and pliant with possibilities at first,
learned how to turn into something jagged and malformed.
He walked in his own stifled way, toiled to make new muscles
formed by old repetition, new bones grown from diseased marrow.
My father has walked on broken legs for a lifetime
and i have kept my legs in splints.
My father's broken legs are a curse, formed from his father,
and his father before him, trying to plant themselves in me.
Badly damaged, they are strong enough to bear his weight.
Those two legs, soft bred and pliant with possibilities at first,
learned how to turn into something jagged and malformed.
He walked in his own stifled way, toiled to make new muscles
formed by old repetition, new bones grown from diseased marrow.
My father has walked on broken legs for a lifetime
and i have kept my legs in splints.
This is how I think of you:
That you are made of wide-frame glasses,
vegetables and dismissals; that you watch
Dogma and you do not know why they
bothered making the movie and then ask me to
put in something depressing so you can cry again.
This is how I dream of you:
That you are standing outside of a residence hall
in the winter without any shoes; that you have no hair anymore
because your niece had leukemia and you cut it
all off to spite disease; that you flay your arms into
seventeen parts and I wake up screaming.
And most of all, this is how I feel you:
That you smel
Spot Lit Mag's Spring 2009 issue is now available at {OPEN} Books in Long Beach, CA www.thestoryofopen.com :D
Go visit and check it out, even if you don't purchase it, it's a pretty cool place to go on 4th Street.