Memory of a Newspaper
My eyelid clings to a nebulous newspaper.
The breakfast table, like a silent stranger.
in black and white ink
on which page i’ll never know
the drowning ink speaks
I’m a cashier, my first real job, and
a high school student. I immerse myself
into the day, yawning with wake-up tears.
Monica bears news
she has dark hair and glasses
a fortune to spill
My coworker and peer, begins with
“Did you hear about…”
And her words, like high tide roll in…
the night sea splashes
against the serrated edge
~ clean cut of forehead
Tragic news for my best friend, former teacher, peers, and neighbors. This young man, at the top of his senior class, was taken down by whirlpool hands.
graduation boon
celebration of their lives
~ flotsam in the lake
My biology teacher’s eyes, red and sore with tears, wrestle with mine. His son,
nearby, in a treasure chest. I hold my teacher’s hand, wanting to wring-out his pain.
no difference in age
all boundaries slip away
in whirlpool of pain
But, lest you think this the only tragedy, a newspaper article was written containing the names of several more friends, neighbors, classmates
who died that year. A serial killer it was not, but strange all the same.
newspapers in wait
contain the weight of our lives
facts not yet revealed
10/27/2017
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