Father as Papercut

Monday, January 15, 2018
or wet leaves weighing down a barn
roof. As jagged sunrise softened by
a few itinerant clouds; the whole of
winter winnowed down to one hard
lake face. Tanned rawhide stretched
along a living room floor; forgetting
for a moment the no-longer-animal
of it. As all that peaceful space
between open palm & its clenching.
How I want to remember you: bent
metal that could be used to mark my
inner thigh or the pages of a favorite
book. As the profound resonance of
a church bell, rusting soundless.



Monday, January 15, 2018