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FIGHTERS, Continued

 

 

 

like she was  practicing a dance step,

that he tried holding back but he

lost it,  began dividing into light…

                                                                        but I didn’t

have the heart to tell him

Valerie had already filled me in

about the light back in high school,

but he must have figured it out pretty quick

because two seconds later he’s over Korea

strafing gunships and something

goes wrong, his engine quits,

and all of a sudden the harbor’s

coming up  like a  runaway train but

all he can think about is his mother, how as a kid

he got up one night, saw her sitting in the kitchen

throwing up on the table cloth, and then he’s going down the displays and buttons and switches like his fingers

are leaving his hands, hearing himself or

someone sounding like him, saying Easy now,

no fuck-ups, lay it down, and then  

all he could see was the water 

streaming past his eyes like the hissing

of millions of veins and then

something inside him snapped

and all of a sudden he’s  high up

on the ceiling of his mother’s kitchen,

naked, arms outstretched, trying

to tell her he’s  OK,  but she keeps

fiddling with the tablecloth and then

she looks up at the ceiling like maybe

she heard something, but he could tell

by her eyes she kept looking right through him 

like he wasn’t really there.

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