Slack
He gave his mother
Generous coils of slack
Recalling her torrents
Of wild banshee screaming
About things neither he
Nor his sisters could control
Imagine how loud it must
Have been inside her head
That some had to escape
Just to have itself heard
Small isolated joys
Are never enough to infect
The ones you love
Only anger gets released
Like pus under pressure
Beneath the skin
For everything else
His immune system
Was unusually strong
Isolating and then attacking
Any good feeling
Before it had a chance
To build up
And come out all wrong
10/19/25
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