Analysis of A Confession
Why is the beginning of a story the discovery of a boy?
A dead one. In the garden.
Under a mound of flowers.
With his arms tied behind him, and his mouth shattered
And his eyes flayed into stars.
A hole in his chest the shape of a key.
Why is the beginning of a boy the telling of a story?
Let’s say there’s a boy who lives at the end of the street who likes flowers; grows them. Tends them in a pot that’s orange to match the table he puts it on, which is brown. Right under the east window to catch the sun at its brightest, its yellowest.
Orange pot, living flower, sun of all colors! in a hierarchy of hope.
And an otherwise happy picture:
What does he think of when he wipes the dust off the leaves?
Where does the water come from at night?
Only he doesn’t leave it.
What do you think of when I say: Beautiful garden of his world.
When he writes in his diary: beautiful garden of my room.
Confession: When I came out to my mom, it was night. We were in the sala. And there was no one else in the house. She had asked the question, so all I had to do was answer. The one who asks the question risks the bigger mistake. So she was in tears and I was thinking of my boyfriend. When she was asking the question, I was thinking of what story I could tell to make her stop.
Let us say the room of the boy is locked and no one can open it because the key is inside. In the belly of the boy. In its tendrilled lock. Having swallowed the key in a fit of fear.
Let us say he reads a book in the morning after watering the plants
In the beginning was the Word
and he does not understand it because
the Word was with God
and he was alone. And the Word was God;
and he didn’t believe it because although
he was in the beginning with God
he was in the beginning by himself standing stiff
on the fulcrum of his heart.
Let us say that this is a story that fixes the parts of this room to the natural movement of the boy’s desires when he rises from his bed of petals to water the world.
Let us say we know his name.
And we have called him it when he was out of hearing,
or at its edges. Murmured our snides to his back
while his arms a-flutter. And his fine hands hold
a tip of his glass for his lip to kiss. And this seemed enough evidence
for us. For the longest time.
while his mother’s pregnant wish for a girl bloomed his aromatic amniotic fluid.
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Poetic Form | |
Metre | 110010101000100101 0110010 1001110 111101101110 0111011 0101101101 1100101010101010 1110111101101111011110011101101011111111100110110111101100 1011010111100010011 01101010 1111111101101 110101111 101111 1111111110010111 1110110010010111 01011111111111000100111110011110101111111100111010101001111010111011111110010111011101111101 1110110111011110101011010010101011110100100111 111110100101010001 00010101 011101101 01111 0110100111 011011011 110001011 1100010101101 1010111 111111010110011111010010101010111011111011001 1111111 0111111111110 1111010101111 11101001111 011111111101101100 1110101 111010110111010100010 |
Characters | 2,328 |
Words | 477 |
Sentences | 40 |
Stanzas | 34 |
Stanza Lengths | 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1 |
Lines Amount | 34 |
Letters per line (avg) | 53 |
Words per line (avg) | 14 |
Letters per stanza (avg) | 53 |
Words per stanza (avg) | 14 |
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Submitted on May 02, 2011
Modified on March 05, 2023
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