BROTHER TORTURE
 
One day I talked Garry into eating
    the point of his ice cream cone first.
When it started to drip from the bottom
    he inverted it on his palm.

I don’t recall Mom’s actions when she heard
    cries from bare skin freezing.
Though parents somehow survive parenthood,
    what debt is our existence!

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© 2006 Warren Farr, revised 3/18
Reprinted from Poems by an Artist.