Jacob

Three years before
we said out loud
alcoholic

my breath rode
Rochester’s snow
as icicles

we scraped
the car our girl
big blue

he let me drive
plastered
behind a wheel

not our house
we laughed how easy
stealing was

his panic attacks
one in each
ventricle

his mother ate him
young
as afterbirth

his singing
mournul but never
about me

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