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At Seven
“How come you’re taking
Daddy’s clothes?” I ask.
My father’s sister, Mary Vee,
pets the empty sleeve of his blue suit
like it’s her favorite cat;
picks away a speck of lint.
Mother stares at something far away.
My brother,
pulling me into the hallway
a wall away from their broken eyes,
whispers in a voice
strong and wise for his twelve years,
my brother whispers,
shhh-h-h,
he whispers:
Just
keep
your
goddamn
mouth
shut.
And I do that.
Winner of Third Place Prize in Literary LEO Contest, 2005
Published in Bigger Than They Appear: Anthology of Very Short Poems, 2011
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