chasm of a patriarch
how many languages do you speak? when I was seven I pushed open
the emergency door in TJ Maxx.
let the alarm blare like watching
a quarter roll away.
the shape of how we survived
I wonder about western
psychology I told my therapist.
the quarter spins before collapse.
roles shift in the triangle of victim,
persecutor & rescuer she says. rock
paper scissors. chasm of a patriarch.
victory by default. I stare at the undertow.
look at the stars and wonder how the unforgivable became sky.
goodbye, goodbye nostalgia. my thin membrane tears
when I envelop you.
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