Saw
your FB post and it tore my heart out
Decided
to write a poem for you both
Poet
and caregiver is what we must be in these grieving times of loss and entropy
We’re
chaos junkies on the road to another reading in smalltime America or the big
apple of The Eye of Horus
We
do our best to fight against feelings of disarticulation, but the world has
other plans as we end up in a heap of dirty laundry on the uneven black and
white checkered floor
I’d
put my arms around you, but I suspect you’d push me away because heavy feelings
have never done anyone much good as thoughts of suicide rattle around the
skeletal fragments of another attic in a Polish ghetto of our own distressed
devising
I
love you even though I don’t know you
What
I do understand is you play the clown to do your best to displace any residual guilt
from moments that you regret and times in the past when you felt the radio dial
was not tuned in
The
country music station plays soft as you try and regain your composure and
reconstruct the parts of yourself that have broken down and are in serious need
of repair and honest to goodness prayer
Charles Cicirella
10/23/18 
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