Friday, February 15

Not my favorite, but it was already in HTML for me

-Nick Flynn, Some Ether

I kept it hidden, it was easy
to hide, behind my lingerie, a shoebox

above my boys' reach, swaddled alongside
my painkillers

in their childproof orange cups. I knew my kids,
curious, monkeys,

but did they know me? It was easy

to hide, it waited, the hard O of its mouth
made of waiting, each bullet
& its soft hood of lead. Braced

solid against my thigh, I'd feed it
with my free hand, my robe open

as if nursing, practicing

my hour of lead, my letting go. The youngest

surprised me with a game,
held out his loose fists, begging

guess which hand, but both

were empty. Who taught him that?

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