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Syntax Issue 10
Denver Syntax
{far from the beanstalk}
  shahe mankerian


This is the room I watched
you and mother sleeping
in separate beds.

I broke my hand
in this room. You were hiding
magazines in the closet;

I reached behind sweaters
when the chair collapsed.
You didn't beat me.

This is the room I avoided.
You stormed in and tossed scrambled
eggs at my mother in bed.

She didn’t cook
your favorite. That’s all. This is the room
I met Coltrane, Komitas, and Chopin

because you listened
to record players when mother screamed.
I slept in this room

when mother took care for you
all night in the hospital. You smelled
death and I smelled your sweat

under your blanket. In this room
you fell as a giant in dirty
pajamas. My giant. You. The ugly

brown carpet was your last resting place
before I watched you being
wheeled out.