December 31, 2014

Codependency Song by Dylan Weir

Codependency Song 
For Nora Weir 

“I think being a mother is the cruelest thing in the world.” Nella Larsen, Passing. 

100 years after Better Living Through Chemistry 
you cradle a limp body, draped in Emerald City’s curtains. 
there is no pill for science’s impotence. 

The monster fidgeting in the mug shot 
was once your son. Meditations on the marvels 
of never having been mother. 

The masses demand a police sketch. A simulacrum 
to wash away criminal. But you’ve seen the revolving door. 
You’ve given up on unforgivable. 

You are the collateral. Victim blaming left you casualty. 
It’s so tired, said so many times. This is the last time. 
You believe it every time, he’s so sincere this time. 

Handcuffed conjoined suffering. The boy cloistered; 
nickels and dimes building bricks. This is nature’s cruelest trick, 
The firstborn’s stillbirth is buried in the womb. 

One eye always on your purse, the other trained on your child 
dancing through underpasses and caskets. No more childhood photographs, 
time to dispose of the sonogram.








Dylan Weir is a poet with work in, or forthcoming from, Mobius: The Journal of Social Change, Literary Orphans, Afterimage: The Journal of Media Arts and Cultural Criticism, Chicago Literati, Red Paint Hill, and others. He works at Young Chicago Authors, is a contributor to Anthropoid, was a semifinalist for the 2014 Gwendolyn Brooks Open Mic Award, and is completing his M.A. in English at DePaul University.

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