Jason Bouthillier Poems

I tried the new Kleenex
You know! The kind with the lotion
and I made that familiar blowing motion
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My mother, youngish, in shorts and tee
huddled upon rumpled sheets, cheap bed
and me. I'm only sweet ten, and've cried
more'n a boy ever should, next me my
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things seen others do not
can see where blind is
at times not blind to that
only when in said blind
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She said, 'You must have an awful lot of time on your hands'
Then would I not have what is most valuable on my hands?
And then I want to flick the ticking seconds from my fingers
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sweetly donning dark of day
in glimmer of shadows
and sun strewn through
the wind of trees
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I need them to see my bones
in glass jars,
bone-on-glass-sounds as they rattle me
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'Daddy, can I please take a bath? '
she asked, just five, with tangly blonde hair.
Next to sticky, cracked egg shells long stuck
to the cardboard of a Steak-ums package and
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