Home Life
by Shane Bartlett

It is awful not to be anywhere at all
____________--C.K. Williams, "A Day for Anne Frank"


The wind at the window:
as she sleeps she whispers
"I have resolved."

Day for her
_______is pain
a series of troubled naps


When sunlight separates around me,
when I move down the hallway,
waking and disoriented, startled,
she cries What are you doing?
of the silhouette,
of the shape that appears
to lead her away.


Father doesn't think of it; he gardens;
he replaces old earth with new,
adds nutrients,
and into each small hole, grinning,
drops a seed.

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