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
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