Howling is a buried feat
epigenetic
leaking everywhere
Howling is done with the body
in terror
a raging fear
imagine the reddened and purpling frame
a six-month-old baby left
naked on a hardwood floor
arching back
jerking tremors
piercing wail
flailing, throttling, choking at air
it will not stop
it is vulnerable.
Say the father rushes it
say he scoops it into his arms
whispers and cradles
The infant fits in the fathers’ large hands
held close to his cheek
ear-brushed lips
the father coos
infant trembling revolts
feeling its death
the father rocks it gently
kisses its skin
sniffing the child
while the infant howls.
He says “leave it to me. Everything will be alright”
on repeat
says “I know we are vulnerable”
as the shuddering
comes to cease.
Let the infant howl
raise it up
bring it near
hold it close
that is all.
I, an infant’s father.
note:
I have had many incidents of late in which I howl at the dreaded prospect of losing my wife (to others, to distance, to death, to herself). These have come out slantwise: as anger or jealousy, criticism and challenge. It is physiological.
A therapist recently suggested some alternate meanings. When my body convulses in paranoia and terror, what might its messaging be? Might it be saying that something or someone is terribly important to me, as significant as my own life and that I might well feel utterly helpless at that vulnerability? He suggested that my body is indeed feeling real-life threat…and that the left side of my brain whooshes in hoping to rescue (“SuperMeaningMan”) to concoct a story to match, to account for the tremors and heartbeat and anxious breaths. Things like: “I must not be good enough for her. She must be cheating. See how she dresses? See how she is tired when she looks at me? See how she keeps leaving the house?” and so on, or any number of scenarios…
When in possible fact I’m a flailing infant desperate for assurance and comfort, for a tender voice near. Which made a world of sense.
He said: supply it.
This is part of that work.
N Filbert
ALL MIXED UP
Mark Kozelek
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