Cast

We lockless, liminal, latchkey children

My brother and I, Irish twins

Traversed shag rugs, cheap doors, bewildered

By looming and ancient family sins.

Apartment complex paper walls

Broadcasted vicious whispered brawls.

The stars fell down the stairs those nights…

Conceal the marks with make-up, right?

In memories (or their omissions)

Tenacious scabs of snow on Scotch pines

Like parchment strewn by hidden land mines,

Or diasporic apparitions.

Our family scatters by slow degrees

These people, composed of memories