26.12.08

RECITED MEMO



If I could rewind to when
my father stayed at the clinic
in Marblehead to be lifted down
from breaking off berserk

from alcohol, I would flow
backwards and record each word
uttered in hysteric, assured tones;
he talked as if trapped.

Of course he was;
plate glass,
smoked rain,
iris, retina, lens.

Window pane.