Sounding
How to mother these
little words. How to word
these little matters. How
little these words matter.
My brother and mother died
this summer, two of seven
My brother and mother died
this summer, two of seven
billion, two of a hundred
seven billion who ever
breathed. Two of five.
seven billion who ever
breathed. Two of five.
This summer I mothered
my brother’s death; I
brothered my mother’s
my brother’s death; I
brothered my mother’s
cancer. Two on one
of a hundred billion
planets in a barred spiral
of a hundred billion
planets in a barred spiral
galaxy. We’re all
rounding errors. Miracles
of error. How little
rounding errors. Miracles
of error. How little
these words, these errors
I try to sound
on a line. Brother, mother.
I try to sound
on a line. Brother, mother.
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