The Tragic by Craig Stormont

a class on drama
has reached O’Neill
his family’s journey one night
the effect
it was to be withheld
yet spurred me in youth
a man who knew agony
after reading it
all of his plays followed
by respect for his truth
shared human frailty
the hunger to avoid reality

this evening
I board a ferry that passes his home
Monte Cristo Cottage
after a day of sorrow boredom and mourning
the inability to live with my young son
having spent three hrs with him yesterday
for dinner buying clothes and ice cream
knowing I won’t see him again for eight days

destination a casino
for the night
with no pipedream of even winning

only an escape
on another night of fog

 

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