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Lynn is weeping on the porch.

He calls his parents

says

“I almost drove off the road

just to feel something

some fear or gravity,”

and I feel the muscles

of his chest

tighten and relax

as I kneel and hold him.

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And it doesn’t matter now

but all I wanted

was to kiss his sharp hairline

touch his patchy beard

like a lover at two.

And years earlier

drunk on Teachers

I tell him nothing

matters and all the pieces

of me drop into a well

and I try not to laugh

at that song my brother

sang by the younger

Simpson sister.

Remember?