Kacey

One of her earliest memories
of our parents

is that Halloween they attended
the church costume party
dressed as Satan and an angel.
 
Frightened, abandoned,
she began to wail-
 
then saw the two of them
rush toward her
like a schizophrenic daydream.
 
Our father, red, in horns-
our mother, lit and lovely-
 
the profane and the sacred
rushing in to gather her up,
the whole world with all it’s complications
in a race to possess her,
stop her tears.

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