My Brother's Sentences
Paul Gibbons
My
brother
is
living
again

 
in
the
village
of
need.

 
The
fire
shoos
its
sparks

 
and
what
he
fears


 
is
not
simply
a
matter
of
perspective

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

he
says


 
but
the
lack
of
choice
a
body
goes
through

 
as
he
gets
hit
again
with
angry
rhythms

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

at
his
blood-
brain
barrier
like



 
when
a
meaty
paw
 
breaks
through
sweet
combs
 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

When
we
drag
him
upright
against
a
fallen
pine
 
his
head
lolls
back
 
and
his
mouth
opens
 
as
if
receiving
stars
 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

His
breath
is
sharp
 
with
Virginia
roll-
up
tobacco
pure
like
a
reel

 
in
an
empty
ballroom

 
or
the
lilt
he
affected

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

when
on
his
last
tweak
he
asked
a
terrified
clerk
How
would
you,
dear
sir,
like
to
die?


 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

If
it
were
me


 
in
either
spot



 
I
would
have
heard
two
sentences:
 
one
the
insistently
falling
lines
of
meaning
the
other
the
wrecking
voice.

 
from the journal BENNINGTON REVIEW
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This poem is part of a long series that began because I could not write. I needed to start writing, and I finally did, one word at a time, and I could only stack them, seeing language as falling and resetting as I moved across and down the page. I’m grateful we can make sense of fractures like this.

Paul Gibbons on "My Brother's Sentences"
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