How Families Hide Secrets
First, they collect them. I tell you
they collect them. Flattened and stacked—
all facing the same way. Folded in half
and torn, they multiply. Folded in half again and
quartered, they thin down but gain in strength.
Strength is powerful. So they keep folding
and inter lapping, folding,
inter lapping, folding…, but
their hands move so quickly
you can’t see what they are doing.
They move so quickly even they can’t see
what they’re doing. Even when
everybody has their eyes open, watching.
Yet they make lovely picture frames
to hang in the family room or down the hall.
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Wonderful!
I love the idea of secrets as origami or tramp art
Powerful poem. This image of the repeated folding and lapping is a haunting one.
Love the last two lines