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Poetry | May 2012

Long Ago, Home

By Lynn McGee

Childhood, that sleepy season, hovered at the ceiling.
It fell like a silk net and we wore its colors,
wrestled soundlessly in the soft, rotting cave
where we hid from you,
handed death back and forth like a flashlight.
You were beautiful and perfect as the pills
you caught us stealing–
we gulped the air in your bureau,
left fingerprints on lemon-scented wood.
You watched us from the ironing board,
steam hissing and cool starch,
a sprinkler system arcing over thirsty lawns.

1 reply on “Long Ago, Home”

Kate Brandtsays:
May 13, 2012 at 4:56 pm

I love the unsentimental true-ness of this poem and the very physical fabric of mother-child relations. Beautiful!

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