all i know is
he paced around the room the way he does
when fighting with his mom on the phone,
pendulum-like, steady as a good heartbeat,
when i told him. i, at once, wanted him
near me and wanted him away.
the church bell tolled like God's wagging
finger. every agony, every note of it
hung in the air, a reminder of our failings.
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