Jimmy Scanlon Biography

The roses of our anniversary
I gave you weeks ago
Still stand in the dry light of the kitchen window
Their eyebrows now pursed and veined
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At the end of our table on the wall,
Is a photo of you
And when I eat dinner, you watch
Perched on the nook of a railing
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Close your eyes she said
And I obeyed
Like fog blinding a beach
And open your hands
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he Eulogy

The son
His throat clutching and collapsing
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I never did get that train set at 8
The basketball at 10
Wouldn't have fit beneath the Christmas tree anyways
Nor those Eddie Bauer Ice skates when I was twelve
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