Undone Paralysis
by Brian P. Katz

    There is nothing worse than "nothing worse"  --
    the scene of childhood trauma
    absent familiars and useful fingers
    throttle the estrangement of face
    the turtleneck doesn't conceal.
    The rip along the shoulder line is cause --
    I am open to everything. Lay it on me.
    Or, The evergreen weeds tore it open.
    I am not a murdered seven year old
    and I've spent enough time behind bars.
    Those violent plants insist upon my innocence.
    In a conviction overturned twenty-three years later
    the remnants of my mother's anger
    die with a history of blood sugar.

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