January 24, 2009

Dead season

by Mike Boyle

Sister's lamps light
living room. I don't
see her spinning off,
I see her bringing

A small army of the
dead in my belly right
now. Crucifix father
had in WW2 swings
from sister's lamp &

a photo I'll never share
of him 1917. He's a boy,
beaming. I am making
nachos. I am looking for
that house. It

sometimes feels
my hands are on fire.

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