Poem: Freddie by Emily Toder

Freddie

He retracted my knowledge
He spoke from his breath
so I loved it
He lifted a whole shop and its cash
and left behind a picture
of his dead mother’s and my
creation and a dead leaf
He would not let me
balance my back on the roof
by myself on the beam
in the stupid skyline
or ever be uncomfortable
A moth in my ear
dusty and heavy
his crime was part of him
His lizard pec and the gun
beat in my ear
But my chest was deaf so I followed him
until at last
I turned up at work again
This time with my lungs broken
This time with a staleness
this time with a staleness
like a black cob the dumbest
crow loves

By Emily Toder,
from Poetry Wales 50.1, Summer 2014.

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