Mirror

She finds her firstborn son.

He appears in her Myspace search

the day he completes his childhood.

They share a cigarette on her front step

(and quit together soon thereafter).

They discuss his NA meetings, what it’s like

to be an eighteen-year-old high school junior.

She explains her hospitalization last summer—

how it surprised her to regress at thirty-two.

He leans in to wrap arms around her shoulders,

sun icing over behind tree fringe,

smoke sky sliding into horizon. They wear knit hats

and both always sensed it, this bond beyond first sight.

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Jack Raven

In its broken and imperfectly beautiful setting, this feels very close to home for me.

Thank you. The bond with my son was always strong, even though I didnt know him till he turned 18.

Very powerful stuff. The best art cones from truth. Thank you for sharing this.