"an essay about origin stories" by Lee Patterson
an essay about origin stories
my grandfather went away.
my grandmother left soon
after. my sister long before.
denouements live in nests,
in trees chipping away
as the earth follows.
I never made it to the moon
but I’ve been to the altar, been
to the grave & the plural
of grave.
I’ve wept in cars, in the arms
of lovers & mothers,
in the bathroom
with the tattered wallpaper.
I was born casually falling.
the refrigerator hums
as it hides the grapes,
the seeds of melons.
I’ve never learned how to wait
for an ending.
eventually I soon will.
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