A certain morning
Between my face
And your face
So lifelike, our lateness
It stands in disbelief, in surprise
Kneeled not more not less
An unbearable beauty
As brilliant as despair
Tag Archives: daughters
I am observing
how the clouds assemble, how some appear to merge, altering my wrist, amputating the ability to draw, only to pass through me, at different altitudes, slowly mourning the fatherly smell of you, we have communed together, with visions ultimately undisguised, you now pray before you close your eyes, building temples in this art, till the day your color departs mine.
-My father
BUMBLING cure
i drew on his chest again today,carefully removing the markings his radiologist made on this twentieth day. ten more for a man much too brave, coughing, washing dishes, for his daughter, the very same one rewriting his fate. the knowing of my secrets, the dominion where my art lives, resides in you dad.
Stage III Small Cell Adenocarcinoma
Just Once
Stand by your stove
With little rain cups
Collect my steam
My selflessness
Send yourself a postcard
To whom it may concern
I am alive at night
Displaying something fertile
Something unafraid of these blinkedy lights
1946
blackest of cats
savoring wishbones
superstitions in flu form
o’ how delightful this magic
more desirable than dirt
parting your hair to one side
wishing for better cigars
better cigars for one dime
for better men with better belts
but before each damn
before all the insipid moans
my mother was born
restricting the hips
notifying all asylums
I would soon be born
Zoe, this is for you. I will forever love you as a grandchild should.
-M
