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A review by natchewwy
Finna: Poems by Nate Marshall
3.0
"what can be said"
tonight, i'm feeling tender
because it's another time
with my granddaddy
& he's still here
& if he could remember i
would ask him about when he was young
what he would say to the women so they knew
he meant whatever he wanted them to know he meant.
but he's not here in that way so i say
how you living young man
& he answers slow motion.
you never really have conversations
it's more a man becomes a poem
a lot of repetition & love with something
indecipherable in between.
tonight, i'm feeling tender
because it's another time
with my granddaddy
& he's still here
& if he could remember i
would ask him about when he was young
what he would say to the women so they knew
he meant whatever he wanted them to know he meant.
but he's not here in that way so i say
how you living young man
& he answers slow motion.
(& i believe him because i can see him tentativeonce Alzheimer's does what it do
when he lifts himself out of the chair.)
you never really have conversations
it's more a man becomes a poem
a lot of repetition & love with something
indecipherable in between.