The Day My Brother was Immortalized on a Piece of Oversized Canvas

by | Oct 10, 2012 | Blog, My Poems


                                                           —a poem influenced by Philip Levine


In that moment, my brother was beautiful:
it was after visiting hours,
nurses unaware of the car parked
two hours too late, and
his pale fingers nearly blended
into the bed sheets.
Only the fingernails were visible,
a sickly yellow,
dirt under the nails
from planting flowers.
I focused on these and
ignored his lazing eyes that
reminded me of fall leaves,
the autistic mouth,
the comma of hair falling
over his forehead.
These are the moments
that stay with me,
only days after sickness arrived,
only days away from the word
sickness being forbidden
by my brother. When I remember
these things, these moments of color,
I try to remember more and
can only think of the sky and
its obsession with falling.
Bodies become a black mass
until all that is left is darkness,
so many falling insects,
the supernovas,
the falling stars.
The moment when the body
falls and the Pollack-nature
of man to sidewalk begins.
The moment of fall-leaf eyes closing,
drifting somewhere towards sleep,
sometimes towards falling,
sometimes where sickness waits,
sometimes where there is
red and black to canvas, like birds
that never stop turning.