What I Knew About My Older Sister, Patricia, Life Span Two Hours


I asked for a river for Christmas, I asked for the closet near my sister’s illness, I
asked for Patricia’s clean socks, the ones we had never purchased. I had found the scream
of the missing river and no one could hear it. I needed the river to attach it to. So my
sister could pour out.
I’m talking like a leaf now, like a stalk of wheat whispering from a South Dakota
graveyard to anything that listens, I’m talking like the wing whistle of landing waterfowl
just when the lake’s mirror looks empty. I am falling upward into the wet sky of birds and
opening up blue, guilty of a conspiracy against the moon because the imagination
requires it, because nature is on trial. We’re all witnesses and must eventually contradict
the future, where Patricia doesn’t know I lived.

Rich Ives is the author of Tunneling to the Moon: A Psychological Gardener’s Book of Days currently being published in serial @ Silenced Press everyday in 2014 and forthcoming in paperback. Begin from the beginning, catch up, read daily. Just refer to the Burrow Guide.