4…5…6…7
memory
of those years
impressionistic snapshots
reactions at the synapses
between neurons
a small door briefly opened
not to be taken to court
their truths as certain
as roulette:
brother hitting brother
        with a baseball bat
the plate flying against
             the dinette wall
stoplight’s red thrown hard
                     into my dreams
a night-crawl for mommydaddy’s
                     bed where warm skin
                 helps the count of sheep