0 Replies to “Going home”

  1. You find your strength in every poem. It is your greatest gift:

    “Being a pretend person, now . . don’t knock it

    Has some draw

    We laughed out of fear and the fear felt good

    Like real life and grabbing things by beaded throat

    We roared our mirth like tigers, at the absurdity and the sorrowful

    It reminded me of my grandmother’s funeral

    My dad and I weeping with hot besmerched giggles

    She would have understood, she would have joined in

    that Katherine Hepburn smile, and the outline of something sad

    That’s just how this family rolls

    We laugh when tragedy feels crushing and put reality on hold

    A frozen picture on TV, static and unspoken”

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