—B, Mich. by @fageleh


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—B, Mich. by @fageleh
Blackout poem using Robert Hayden’s Those Winter Sundays.
my father put his hands on him. I’d hear the splintering, breaking. When he’d call, slowly I would rise fearing him who had driven out love.
Blackout poem using John Tagliabue’s The Bare Arms of Trees.
I think of men who love, Of desolation and space between I think of immovable fear And the terrible longing between people stretched apart. I think of the courage Of the yearning, of the desire held apart. I think of the longing that moves between people, immovable, without sound; I think of the unseen love
There's an unforgiving field of grapes and lavender off to the east of that place—less fruitful, with soil full of sharp stones and dead roots. Cain tills it anyway. He has no memory of a life less tattered.
His father, a man who emerged from much better dirt, watches him struggle against their land from beneath a hard glare. Every drop of sweat on his son's brow is a debt G-d owes his family.
The twins leave early to bring their offerings, and Adam does not wave goodbye at the door. Instead, he stands at the kitchen sink, a thousand-yard stare out the window facing west. He washes the same glass four times.
Cain returns to their house covered in soot, the burnt remnants of that season's pears clenched charred and pulpy in both fists. His face is streaked with tears and his voice comes out cracked from the smoke G-d refused to let rise into the heavens.
"Abel is G-d's favored one."
Adam glances past his wife, toward Eden, and offers his son a rock the size of an apple.
cain and abel
we stand in a field, and then— I stand in a field. you falter, fall into my arms, a familiar weight against my chest, my heels sinking into mud made wet with blood.
the first death. a rock and two bare hands.
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The latest reason why I am a terrible person and you really shouldn't associate with me: due to the extra syllable inserted into BTS's pronunciation of, "Fake Love," I can't help singing it as, "fageleh" (or faygele, feygeleh, feigele, etc, however you want to spell it).