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      March 27, 2017Upon Receiving My InheritanceWilliam Fargason

      I said Thank You father for giving me
      this disease that will one day bind my bones
      together at each joint Thank You genetics
      for passing this down to me and not my sister 
      perfectly healthy Thank You for choosing 
      me Thank You bones some days I can’t sit up 
      without crying some days I can’t sit up at all 
      Thank You painkillers for your blessed strength 
      when I have none help me not feel Thank 
      You doctors and doctors and doctors and every 
      room I waited in for you I still wait now Thank You 
      mother for your company every room is less 
      empty because of you Thank You father for all 
      the years you had this disease undiagnosed blamed it 
      on lifting lumber or the years of contact sports 
      father you must have felt the same pain but didn’t 
      have the words for it yet didn’t know how to 
      voice pain except with your hands except to ask 
      more of me at the table scribbling my homework 
      with a dull pencil Thank You father my heart 
      has a tattoo of a heart with barbed wire wrapped 
      around it Thank You body I left myself came back 
      and realized I was still there all along Thank You 
      mirror the body is always more reliable 
      than the mind Thank You hands I can still form 
      into fists underneath the sheets Thank You 
      doctors for telling me that if my bones fuse 
      I will be like a tree Thank You for that metaphor 
      Thank You for the images of Dante’s forest 
      infested with harpies Thank You river water 
      fir trees open air I have tasted your sweetness 
      and turned away Thank You trees for your resistance 
      in every thunderstorm that passes outside 
      my window I wake up and still see the oak tree 
      standing Thank You rain I can only hope 
      to add rings beneath the bark I can only 
      hope to one day be cut down and counted

      from #54 - Winter 2016

      William Fargason

      “I write with what I’m given. And part of what I’m given is a chronic arthritis condition. I tried writing ‘Upon Receiving My Inheritance’ five years ago, but it turned out terribly. I think I had tried to write it too soon, had rushed it, and the pain hadn’t actualized yet. So it took me those five years to get it right, or right enough.”