FROM MY DESK / JUSTIN HATCHETT
He practises a hard face
above the sink.
Jaw forward.
Eyes dry.
No visible country
in need of help.
He does not know
the mirror is rehearsal,
not law.
One day a man will return,
wash blood from those knuckles,
and tell him:
you were never weak.
You were nine,
and nobody brought
the right language.
above the sink.
Jaw forward.
Eyes dry.
No visible country
in need of help.
He does not know
the mirror is rehearsal,
not law.
One day a man will return,
wash blood from those knuckles,
and tell him:
you were never weak.
You were nine,
and nobody brought
the right language.
Justin Hatchett
From The Stars Were Mostly Side Effects.
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