Lynn Domina Cord

My brother saved for success. He saved his savings and his savings grew. He saved string from a broken necklace, rubber bands from newspapers, straw from the barn floor. He saved his family from disaster. Holding the thrumming umbrella above his own head, he saved his daughter from lightning strikes. He saved tomatoes from bottom rot and corn from weevils. He saved hollow bones for a dog and unwashed tuna cans for cats. For the birds he saved berries and bacon grease, and he saved the smells in his shut up kitchen. He saved his son from anger, and his own twinges of rage he saved in a metal bucket for another son to tip over as he dangled by a short cord from his closet door.

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