things
“false starts”
Bear was tumbling/Bear stumbled/Bear was built like a house
brick laid by brick, brimstone
frothing over from his father’s eyes.
He ran for miles/His father ran/Between the county courthouse
and the shore, where lay miles
of dirty little houses and creamsicle
dreams, the crash bars locked tight
over training wheels and board games.
Whisper was a lady/Whisper, on the other hand/Whisper held his other hand—
the one he used when cutting wood
(the one at top when swinging down
that glinting sneer of blade).
Whisper thought about
all the ways of mending a thing broken,
and how to mend it when
it didn’t know much more than hurt…
(spring 2010)
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