Verglas
I.
Touch base. freebase. Mama is comforted by scorched gum wrappers. “At least they aren’t–”
But we don’t talk about what killed
your brother. Or any other name
on the assassin’s list.
I know a beloved who cut it short. merry christmas. I know about keeping death a secret to soften blows. I know Mama’s signature “holding it all in” face.
I know my own in a splattered
gas station mirror.
II.
sometimes
I’m running alongside him,
gaining speed only for him
to pull ahead at the next blink
it looks monstrous no matter
who’s doing the chasing —
did I mention we’re
going in circles here?
like nanaboozhoo and
pukawiss but I’m a sister
and I don’t think he’s
ever seen authentic snow
one day he’s Jesus Christ
and the next day he says
he can’t bear that burden,
so he’s just lost
and I don’t need to be told,
I know, that there are shadows
that swathe you so tightly
you don’t come back the same
III.
after putting his head
through a window pane
to cut the pain
he says to Mama:
“No, ma’am, I’m not
mad about it. No sir, I ain’t
holdin’ on to one bit
of resentment.”
IV.
“you look good through glass”
through glass, cracked like glass,
made of glass, glass eyes, glass tears,
look at them crystals, slashed by glass,
stepping on glass
to get to you
look at the icicles and tell me
you don’t always choose
the best weapons
“what’s in YOUR veins?”
boy had some murder in his eyes
when he broke that arm
in six places. brothers
cause nerve damage. and through
too many bandages
we forgive.
we forgive.
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This is divine! ❤
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Thanks 💙
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Great poem! I love the abstractness because I read a few different meanings in it. I was feeling it was about a brother with self-destructive tendencies, but that’s just me 🙂
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A few themes are going on in this poem, but yes, the gist of it is my brother. Poor guy has had it very rough the past few years. Thanks for reading.
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*hugs*
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💜💜
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Brothers . . . can make you lose every bit of yourself. I loved this from beginning to end. 🙏🏾
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Thank you, Tre 💗🙏
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You’re most welcome.
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amazing. would be cool to hear you read this one.
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Thanks. I don’t know if I could make it through it without crying though.
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this is devastating and lovely
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Thank you 💜
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This poem cuts like a knife! I could feel the pain in every phrase! And at the end, the craving for peace! I wish you the best!
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Thank you, Dominic
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Welcome Jennifer.
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