Climb the highest mountain, punch the face of god
Ostrich
I looked her in the eyes but quickly
Stared down at my feet.
My eyes never meet the horizon,
Or my mother's face when bad news
Is ready to jump off my tongue.
When they leaped, it was a queer suicide,
They hit the ground with force and
Her eyes widened in disbelief.
It was the only time the horror would spill
From my mouth and though it burns
Like a forest fire in the back of her mind,
It never eaves her mouth.
We do not talk about the monsters in our family;
We do not talk about the terrible things they did.
I quietly hold my tongue and try to be like my mom,
Who buries her head in the sand.
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Stared down at my feet.
My eyes never meet the horizon,
Or my mother's face when bad news
Is ready to jump off my tongue.
When they leaped, it was a queer suicide,
They hit the ground with force and
Her eyes widened in disbelief.
It was the only time the horror would spill
From my mouth and though it burns
Like a forest fire in the back of her mind,
It never eaves her mouth.
We do not talk about the monsters in our family;
We do not talk about the terrible things they did.
I quietly hold my tongue and try to be like my mom,
Who buries her head in the sand.
1-24-12
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