My friend looks like he stands tall and straight.
But for fifty years, he’s lived in his brain.
He can’t bear you to know
he can’t bear his body.
Hidden inside, a fiddlehead,
curled to protect a tender secret
it’s not in vogue to keep.
After the death of one parent’s wits and another parent’s heart,
he tries on the latest fashion.
But bravery carries a price
his sister makes him pay.
And with half a century of silence,
his fetal back is broken.
Unfurling is nothing but pain.
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