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Homosexuality

After my mother and father fight, my father takes my hand and we walk down to the Mississippi where he smokes Camel cigarettes. He flicks his ashes away from me. He rarely says my name. All day on TV, I watch monks in Saigon douse themselves in gasoline and light their saffron robes on fire. When they ignite, they do not cry out. I study their silence to comprehend how a tongue turns into flame.

Credit


Poem from The Clerk's Tale, reprinted with permission of Houghton Mifflin Company

Author


Spencer Reece

Spencer Reece is the author of The Road to Emmaus (Farrar, Straus and Giroux, 2014). 

Date Published: 2004-01-01

Source URL: https://poets.org/poem/homosexuality-0