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Tradition of Oral History

jmott — Tue, 18 Aug 2009 13:11:35 +0000

Tradition of Oral History

There is a story my sister tells on some restless summer nights when she has come to visit and the children have been put to bed

and she and I have remained— slouched on the porch, staring out over the cow pasture, sliding off into that hour of night when the air

has that creamy smell ...Read more

jmott — Tue, 18 Aug 2009 13:08:46 +0000

Hummingbird

To this day she does not know

she was my first because, by the time

we met, I was old enough to have learned to lie with a smile, to deny with a laugh, to slink away

with silence so that, to her knowledge, she was little

more than the latest in a long line. So she behaved

jmott — Tue, 18 Aug 2009 13:06:50 +0000

Yesteryear

We finished. The room came to rest around us. She dressed in moonlight.

The next day we met. Coupled in her mother’s car. Stumbled

through the mechanics of it. Lips. Lips. Lips. Grab. Hold. Lips. Lips. Release.

We finished. The car came to rest beneath us. I stepped out into the afternoon

to manage my pants back to my ...Read more