SOLSTICE/ LUNAR ECLISE 2010
With the return of the light, it is my deepest desire to end the chain of pain that jumps generation to generation. Let it stop here. Let it stop now.
for over a decade
the daughter perches on the right edge
of her mahogany chair
leaning impossibly toward her sister
away from her father’s throne
her father’s voice
shards of glass
sonic boom
crashing plates
on the polished hardwood floor
her fork shakes
three witnesses say nothing
never mention her angled tilt
now her daughter’s voice
chanting the crimes of her BLT
“tomatoes cut too large
daddy cuts them thinner
I hate lettuce
the bacon is burnt
its too fat”
the mother no voice
her hand snakes out
crashing plate
on the grouted white tiles of the counter
the daughter jumps up
pell mell down the stairs
the next morning
sitting on the king size bed
under the headboard’s carved golden star
offer each other the plumpest pillow
look out onto the sunny green hills
her green clay gnome with its purple hat
broken in half
tilted shoulders touching
they put him together again
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