This poem was written for my brother. It was originally published in The Iconoclast.
Take care, my awesome, beloved friend.
Owl
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Pink Panther
little pink panther
of rubber and wire,
moldable toy
coiled around
a reading lamp,
my brother hung it there
eight years ago
when he moved into
my father’s spare room,
having left college
from depression.
my father never dusts
and my brother died
from a self-inflicted noose,
so the little pink panther
clung dirty and forgotten
until i noticed it,
unkinked its limbs,
musing about my brother’s fondness
for audacious felines
(Garfield, Pink Panther, The Cat In The Hat).
little pink panther
of rubber and wire,
i moved its arms and legs out,
pulled its tail straight—
the opposite of its long inward
contortion.
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Thursday, September 8, 2011
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