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Anonymous - Geri Gale

Your father killed a man

smoked a cigarette &

ate his ear.


The sun descended &

he confessed father to son his

drunken family confession

under the white incandescent

moon.


The last bright thing inside me

stolen by your hands wrapped

around a wineglass stem.


But here I am

for the last time

on the hill—in the

Gary Room drunk

on poetry, drowning

with all fathers and sons.


I heard you left our city

on a horse, reins in your hands.


Where are you going, silencer?

Far, far away.


The city stands without

your sound

soundless I stand

without your sound.


Anonymous to the rest

of the world

you flee as a fragile

nameless fragment—

a tyrant of our time.


- Geri Gale


Bio:

Geri Gale’s books include: Patrice: a poemella, Alex: The Double-Rescue Dog, and Waiting: prosepoems. Her poetry, prose, and drawings have appeared in ang(st): the feminist body zine, Sinister Wisdom, Poetry Pacific (forthcoming), South Loop Review: Creative Nonfiction + Art, Bayou Magazine, Under the Sun, and Canadian Jewish Outlook.

gerigale.com

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