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Flowers at Night

It’s raining in my room right now.
I mean outside my room it’s raining.

One time my brother wouldn’t let
someone hurt me when I was little,

and I liked when someone said
a poem should make you feel a feeling.

I think I heard a woman say that once.
My mom is dead, and to say I miss her

is to have said nothing. People say
I make her faces. I hope so. I hope

I’ve made anything beautiful.
Another time when I was little

someone pushed me off my bike
and said my brother was a jerk,

but that person didn’t know about
the time my brother wouldn’t let

someone come in my room at night.
Leave her alone. She’s sleeping. 

When that woman said a poem
should make you feel a feeling

I thought about sunflowers at night—

how their faces look down because
the sun isn’t anywhere. Maybe

it’s raining in my room or maybe
I mean outside my room it’s raining.

Maybe I’m glad I have a brother.
Posted 09/18/13
Books by Sally Delehant
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