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Dear uncle, what can I say at the twilight of my life 
about the things you did to me 
About a time of my youth when I could barely talk, 
let alone write poetry 
We were family so I was told 
as they gave away my bedroom
and accommodated you and your entire family 
 
Backbone and boundaries words yet to be tasted 
on a little girls silent muted lips...  
I slept on a broken cot in the living room 
with my cousin Nina  
while you got to sleep in my soft bed.
I was the offspring of your wife's brother,  
did that not mean anything to you ?

You pressed your old lips on hers 
told her she tasted good 
you made her weep  
and cry, run away 
and hide  

Silent secrets festered
between you and I   
You, an immigrant pedophile
who knew not the meaning of family
nor decency ...

Dear uncle,  
You pressed my young lips with your salty ones 
taking my innocence while mom lay on a hospital bed
miles away from home.  
My other body guard, father and hero 
was busy in the cellar,
funneling sweet wine to serve your bitter belly. 

I tried to tell mom ages later beneath outstretched stars 
but she said God spared her the knowledge 
for she couldn't have handled the knowing, back then
as if it was all about her and not me.   
Too bad God didn't spare that little girl uncle,    
was she not worth it ? heh 

At twelve years of age I picked up a pen 
and I wrote about what I couldn't speak of   
yes, I became a poet thanks to you !  

I turned to verse like a hungry beast 
with her tongue cut out.  
  
As you lie in your grave,        
do you remember the child in me? 
do you recall the warm baths
you were denied access to ?  

Thank God mom came home 
and you and your entire family moved out 
Do you remember that stone face girl with 
the sepulcher mouth that said
that spoke with her eyes only, " keep out  "
Do you remember me, Uncle G ?
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