The Adirondack Review
Fragments 


A mother curses her son—the dolt!—to tears
over a gravy boat in shards
on the dark hardwood floor.

That was your Gramma's, you dope,
who’s dead now. Dead!

As if punched in the gut, the boy
doubles over, slumps
to his mother’s feet.

But she rages on—beyond the gravy boat,
beyond Gramma—lost now
in a fit of kicks
and her own loosed terror:

At the bloody chain of generations,
the silence of their headstones,
the calm of Sunday mornings
despite the worms beneath the grass;

At the fallacy of mirrors,
the mirrors that are bibles,
the bibles in her heart,
her heart reduced to muscle;

And at the thirst of evolution,
the grief of cut flowers,
the violence of omelets,
and the genius of little boys,

who even when kicked and cursed and kicked
still hug at their mothers' legs,
knowing only to forgive.







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SETH MICHELSON'S newest chapbook, Kaddish for My Unborn Son, is forthcoming from Pudding House Publications, and his translation of El ghetto by the Argentine poet Tamara Kamenszain is forthcoming in 2009 from Toadlily Press. He welcomes contact at sethmichelson@gmail.com.
The St. Lawrence Book Award for a first collection of short stories or poems
The St. Lawrence Book Award for a first collection of short stories or poems
The St. Lawrence Book Award for a first collection of short stories or poemsThe St. Lawrence Book Award for a first collection of short stories or poemsThe St. Lawrence Book Award for a first collection of short stories or poems
The St. Lawrence Book Award for a first collection of short stories or poems