Exile And Seduction
First, they take away father. They return the same evening And take away his belongings: His clothes, his shoes, his stories and songs. Mother does not know how to resist the intruders And consoles us with fractured sentences, With words shattered into jagged-edged syllables Like the family photographs hurled Onto the grand mirror in the hall. The tall man wearing the unfamiliar hat Parts the lull of the next afternoon With measured strides....