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- Subject: Winter Solstice
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- Date: Tue, 22 Dec 1992 00:23:25 GMT
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- WINTER SOLSTICE
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- In the six a.m. kitchen,
- a place of solitary silent prayers
- in the name of sleeplessness and unspeakable loss,
- the moment glares in Edward Hopper colors,
- an image of nighthawks,
- slumped under the light,
- but part of, filled with, the outer darkness:
- and Jacob, my firstborn hostage to fortune,
- still adjusting to his high school schedule,
- comes from untroubled sleep
- to moan out the title of a C & W song parody:
- _I don't know whether to kill myself
- or go bowling_:
- and I laugh soundlessly,
- feeling my teeth exposed
- as the muscles contract backward near my mouth,
- forming the day's first mask.
- "Neither do I," I whisper, relieved
- for that moment
- that neither of us feels the meaning.
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- Kenneth Wolman, December 21, 1992
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