The hole in your head was not intended
Though I saw it coming like a Wyoming afternoon
ravishing the valley with a cumulus bruise.
Where should I have been looking?
The swings were still, not creaking.
The slide yet wet with morning pus.
You are my son.
I saw that clearly for the first time today.
Your wound unfurling as a dahlia
explodes at dawn,
as the cut you made in me expands
even now, even as you sleep
against my collarbone.
My wound that lingers
these years later
in the lightning-dry
valley of my gut.
I am in love with you.
4 comments:
Whoh..
graphic and powerful!
really well done!
I like the reference to a "Wyoming afternoon"
Powerful indeed, Megan. A unique kind of quiet intensity that I find characteristic of your style. So good!
Btw, I am writing a short story that I plan to submit to Meadowland later this week, for your consideration.
Thank you, Jenny and Jb. My writing is pretty rusty right now. I haven't written in months. I hope to get back to it on a more regular basis.
Jenny, I am thrilled that you are submitting your story!
A very moving piece. Several lines linger in me: "wound unfurling as a dahlia explodes at dawn" and "in the lightning-dry valley of my gut." I also like the effect of the stanza break between the third and the fourth. Thanks for sharing. I'm glad to read you again. I agree with the "quiet intensity" remark of Jenny above and look forward to it in your writing.
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