Because the birds sculpted the air with their song —
I sent that flash across the sea. Candle in a paper lantern,
the flame rose and dipped.
I’ve been hiding from my father.
Fog-damp pall over the city. I ink this bruise onto paper.
Years ago, in Highland Park, we’d picnic in the backyard.
We slept in the living room. I clung to my beautiful mother.
Flipped the pillow and pressed against its coolness.
I held grudges like tiny fists of sand, then, let go.
I kissed the fog and sky and the ocean’s cobalt hue.
You. I hadn’t yet met you.
Murky alphabet —
I falter the letter, I elide the gaps. If the opalescent dew meant anything,
it meant that one day I’d be lifted above my feelings.
You’d become less than a feeling, the way every lover I’ve known
no longer hurts me. Those old charges detonated.
Here and now, I make room for joy. Birds ribbon the air with their singing.
Bird voices riot up. The planes with their hulking engines —
they fly too. The jags of each cliff head — Your lips — I uninterrupt.
I charley horse and miracle ride your absence. The whipped froth of the ocean.
Puddle of salt water, shivering wound. Seaweed, we sing of losses.
Cold under this blanket, I wait for my alarm to sing.
I’ve polished this anger and now it’s a knife. I’m hardened as a hunter ornamenting his cave
with the bones of the dead. I’m so sick of history dragging behind me.
Today, I don’t want to be sad. But my father has retreated into silence and the lashes
across his back have not healed, and my mother tells me he could have killed
himself that night and we’d be blamed. Call the police, she said.
We stood barefoot on the street, listening to him throw things
against the garage walls, detonations of only what we could imagine.
I hurl stones into the ether. I wash my hands in ink.
The lost in the fog body borne of matter, history-less, untethered.
Better to be alive and bewildered. At least I can name the thing.
To love my father is to love his wounds.
In times like these, we present our hurts like old toys we polish up
to show each other who we used to be.
I think we're still in wild west days, we're all using different UIs because the feddeverse gives us so much choice - I mean I'm using the android Astro app, looks good to me, so I hit send...! But now you mention it, it could look garbled in other places. I'm glad the inadvertent experiment might shine some light on the best way to go about this!