If I want them dead
\nI don\u2019t mean the kind of dead
\nmy momma will be<\/p>\n
which I prepare to swear
\nis like, after standing
\nin a night so calm<\/p>\n
it cuts the line of nights before
\nand after it in two
\nlike Christ\u2019s birth<\/p>\n
is said to\u2014a clear spring evening,
\na field bristling
\nwith crickets, long grass,<\/p>\n
and lightning bugs\u2014
\nhanding such a night
\nto the world\u2019s other hemisphere.<\/p>\n
I suppose I don\u2019t
\nwish death on them. I don\u2019t wish them
\non anyone<\/p>\n
but themselves. One day
\nI\u2019ll have to come to terms
\nfor who and what it is<\/p>\n
I mean by them<\/em> risked being just as reductive as they I expect that to be able to stand and offer kindness to offer this\u2014 experience my two hands meridianless, then not be, then be elsewhere yes I\u2019ll want to be this way.<\/p>\n If I want them dead I don\u2019t mean the kind of dead my momma will be which I prepare to swear is like, after standing in a night so calm it cuts the line of nights before and after it in two like Christ\u2019s birth is said to\u2014a clear spring evening, a field bristling with […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":647,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"spay_email":"","jetpack_publicize_message":"","jetpack_is_tweetstorm":false},"categories":[50],"tags":[25],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","jetpack_publicize_connections":[],"jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"jetpack_shortlink":"https:\/\/wp.me\/p6Jypy-3ri","_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/wp0.vanderbilt.edu\/nashvillereview\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/13224"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/wp0.vanderbilt.edu\/nashvillereview\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/wp0.vanderbilt.edu\/nashvillereview\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/wp0.vanderbilt.edu\/nashvillereview\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/647"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/wp0.vanderbilt.edu\/nashvillereview\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=13224"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/wp0.vanderbilt.edu\/nashvillereview\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/13224\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":13386,"href":"https:\/\/wp0.vanderbilt.edu\/nashvillereview\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/13224\/revisions\/13386"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/wp0.vanderbilt.edu\/nashvillereview\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=13224"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/wp0.vanderbilt.edu\/nashvillereview\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=13224"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/wp0.vanderbilt.edu\/nashvillereview\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=13224"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\nand risk having my mind changed
\nabout them, as I have<\/p>\n
\nhave become they<\/em>
\nby being.<\/p>\n
\non such a day when my momma is dead
\nI will want<\/p>\n
\nup beneath whatever sky
\nis left to me<\/p>\n
\neven to them and,
\nin unfolding both my hands<\/p>\n
\nside-by-side as if to let fly
\nsome fragile-winged thing\u2014<\/p>\n
\nmended into a single tenderness,<\/p>\n
\nand all the lightning bugs
\ncontinuing to be,<\/p>\n
\ngreenly in the black night.
\nI suppose yes<\/p>\nJustin Phillip Reed<\/a><\/h6>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"