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Eating Together/Sandcastles [after Kim Addonizio]
At 14, for the first time
my mother suggested a movie night-
'Sandcastles', starring
Jan Michael Vincent.
It was a strange experience,
eating in the living room
versus dining table;
still, space lingered between us.
Being uncomfortable
is a bad amplifier:
low, so you cut it up,
loud, so you cut it down;
regardless how hard you adjust
frequencies just won't balance.
My mother's tears pooled,
inched down her silhouette
into the plate on her lap -
I blamed the romance scenes
and awkwardly blushed.
We were in separate towers
as silence masticated minutes
too unusual to understand.
I re-watched it years later
long after my mother's castle collapsed
under a tide of death;
( something she had known
was coming for her at the time. )
I never understood why;
it wasn't a pleasant memory
yet something compelled me
to watch anyway.
Somehow, in that flickering
moment of vintage film-
I realized it hadn't been the romance;
but, failure she experienced
not knowing how to relax
or enjoy her own child;
words between us praying
to escape their respective towers
while they had a chance:
something we both felt
too helpless to talk about-
so ate in silence instead
years after 'The End '.
~
#KimAddonizio
my mother suggested a movie night-
'Sandcastles', starring
Jan Michael Vincent.
It was a strange experience,
eating in the living room
versus dining table;
still, space lingered between us.
Being uncomfortable
is a bad amplifier:
low, so you cut it up,
loud, so you cut it down;
regardless how hard you adjust
frequencies just won't balance.
My mother's tears pooled,
inched down her silhouette
into the plate on her lap -
I blamed the romance scenes
and awkwardly blushed.
We were in separate towers
as silence masticated minutes
too unusual to understand.
I re-watched it years later
long after my mother's castle collapsed
under a tide of death;
( something she had known
was coming for her at the time. )
I never understood why;
it wasn't a pleasant memory
yet something compelled me
to watch anyway.
Somehow, in that flickering
moment of vintage film-
I realized it hadn't been the romance;
but, failure she experienced
not knowing how to relax
or enjoy her own child;
words between us praying
to escape their respective towers
while they had a chance:
something we both felt
too helpless to talk about-
so ate in silence instead
years after 'The End '.
~
#KimAddonizio
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