Family

July 13, 2011
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A trip to schizophrenia
in Marion, Ohio--
Did I sing the family's trait in lieu
of wholesome, lovely cry-outs?

A whole house aired with dust
and dark twilight at every hour,
there was a mountain-- tall as rust
that made me feel a coward.

There were cans and cans on
tiled floor? More dust and dirt
on towels. As a child, I clutched my teddy
bear, while inside I lost
some vowels.





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