Mother told me I was born in a dark cabin surrounded by pines
so thick that all day it seemed like evening. Mother said that my
bearded father could not speak and that of his face only the eyes,
nose, and mouth were visible among a lingering scent of creek bed
moss. Mother told me that when I cried as an infant she would take me
into the barn where only the lowing of cows and neighing of horses
would quiet me, but once I saw mother ax off a chicken’s head
on a stump and that chicken pulled a red string twice around that cabin’s grass,
a string I knew led into our own bodies, a string I would later
use to pull Mom & Dad around in old age, their human lag.
This poem is supported in part by the National Endowment for the Arts.
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