You Are Remembering the Tri-State Area
Twin boys on the train, one
sitting in front of the other, both
with their mouths wide examining the passing
lights of the tunnel. Brother behind as blurred moving image.
You are remembering the tri-state area with its lakes
long like their names.
with its small individual shadow.
Lake exactly as we left it, though
time has marred this place indefinitely.
It is strange
what we remember about a labyrinth.
You were an amalgamation of stones piled
against one another fighting for a space closer to the surface.
Knocking teeth out of the mouths of individual parts,
chipping hard sediment
the way this train chips away
at my soft particles,
the way it makes me remember what it’s like
to be pushed.
I’ve got so many tongues
wrapped around the mountains.
Tasting every stripe of solitude. Spitting
out the edges of blizzards and
the thresholds of cyclonic meter.
Your small fist is moving against what we know to be
cloud matter in an aluminum basin:
Keep beating. Keep
rhythm. Leave the music on.
Let everyone know
I’ll be back soon. Let them know
I remember where points meet
and where my feet grew. That now,
when I’m pushed, I fall harder, but
still examine a bruise the same way.
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