Total Recall

I was a poet before I was a blind boy. There, I’ve said it. Bullies can go to hell.

Now and then one recalls hiding under the sink, playing with a wooden top.

In the woods bluejays and crows had a game which I studied

every chance I had—

they pretended to substantial bones.

And meanwhile darkness rushed around the eaves of the house…

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