Blackbird Archive← v12n2, Fall 2013Poetry · Volume 12, Number 2
Last Page of His First Novel, Called The Sisters Grim.
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silence. the kid said is that it?
i said you can bet your sweetness
on it.
we weren’t dead. and that was it.
“were you blind
when you woke up”—no, kid,
it was just black across that whole valley of the sun, you know,
with fat stars that god couldn’t have made.
i said to marcy’s mother,
where’s your daughter? she said,
“eating a sandwich and
no thanks to you.”
i passed out
trying to raise a middle finger to her.
i wake up to marcy’s crying, we are
thirty miles out of apache junction.
i cried with her until she just said
will you please fucking shut up. end of story kid.
why do you think those aztec
fuckers fed all those hearts to the hitching post.
history is progress. or else
not.
