Saturday, August 28, 2010
are about pain, but we don't mention it.
Birth stories fade or become mythic, which is to say, the mother absent.
My husband and brother were born today, years ago.
They have not the same names. Mother neither. They are different people.
Birthdays make us confront the obvious: as in, time passes.
No other two men remind me more of who I am.
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