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horse tie
by Paul Marinoi am forced to move
my body & tear-soaked
paper towel so zia margie can sneak
more wine. nonna doesn't cry. doesn't
meet anyone's eyes, pulls
the clothes that pop-pop asked
to be buried in, folds
them neatly
on the stripped mattress. socks on top,
elastic about to be stretched
for the last time. his long underwear
long decided on. my dad has final say
on the tie. three out of six
choose the horse.
12/22/2006 Posted on 12/23/2006
Copyright © 2024 Paul Marino
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Cristy M. on 12/25/06 at 11:52 PM it feels like those movies where the family is kind of grieving but disconnected. it's odd because of the subject. it's not about the death but the small tasks that death entails for the ones who survive. paul is right, "casual," except i don't see it as being important. i see it as perceived as important when really it's the most trivial thing in the world. i think it's quite the juxtaposition of sentiment. |
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