Forgotten Thread

A Poem on the Difficulty of Siblinghood

Adam Schenck
That toddler day you walked around with a thread around corners and lamps
showed that a lot can get strung out but it takes a knife to cut it.
Yesterday we shared more honesty than I thought we could,
but telling secrets doesn't make them more real--it makes them rote, insensate, livable.
You let go of the thread as easily as you took it up.
Now again you've put up a link between us and forgotten it,
left me with this toxic debt, the thread a mess for me to wind up.
This time I should cut it and leave it--or just let the secret lives of secrets
live beyond and outside me, and divest the knowledge you've shared--
this radon baton you've handed me because you cannot hold on to secrets any longer.

Published by Adam Schenck

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