oak ridge blues

i miss the lilies of the valley
outside my city window
where my snow-white spitz died
i was always kept in the dark, always moving
picking tulips where graves were dug

daddy was only home on weekends
silent soldiers followed him to the farm
mama’s beer and chicken dinners
deferred the weight of their atomic secrets:
they did what had to be done

i was disowned, once,
for marrying a methodist.
whispered in radioactive horror,
throttled like cancer in pink lace gloves
they did what had to be done

i know they were right and wrong
the greatest flaw in humanity
is pretending to know christian love
but mama always fed the drifters
oh, mama really fed the strays


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