The first time my father set foot in our town The apple pie stain on the map God made To show humanity where not to go Begrudgingly greeted him like a bear That had just woken up for Spring There was something under the unpaved street that reminded him Of a home he could never return to Sensucht, he said to my mother And that was his first mistake After travelling so far through waist-deep hatred He built our house from the ground up Putting tiles over rotted floors And chasing me into corners with red hands and raised voices When my brother came home from the hospital My father told us we’d be safe And that, I think, was mistake number two It’s Mommy and me and your brother and you So the next time you think about running away Remember this is all you’ve got When the snow came No one dared to take a step outside We waited all night for our town to thaw But the black ice and hanging jaws Ready to snap closed around our ankles kept the windows dark Bear Mountain slept on while my friends all froze And Spring did not come The doors to the houses on the streets of our town Were boarded up against the world And when my brother and I went to them in the dead of night There was nothing left to break open When I was thirteen We hung our heads low under cheap plastic tables The sirens wailed and the teachers told us It was only a drill That our neighborhood nuclear plant going Chernobyl Was a silly little nightmare for silly little children And even though our bones told us to run We waited And hoped the fallout would stop At the top of our desks But the nuclear had spread to the family next door And when schism spit radioactive ashes Under the covers of my brother's top bunk The neighbor boy went running Between Bible pages And his mother's homophobia They moved away eight months later And I wonder if he touches himself To the sound of my brother's voice The vomit had risen to the top of my throat And when I was eighteen, I left The next year came my brother Just like always, one and then two The Bear Mountain trap had been shaken loose We cheated the system and beat the game But our friends didn’t Sometimes we still see them at the grocery store And when they go home Their bodies stack high inside houses Full of reruns and cubicle jobs Customer service voices calling out Down hallways that smell like lemonade vodka And burnt pre-packaged cookies Never reaching higher than the ceiling light demands It’s college or not And a man that doesn’t love you You’re not a MILF, you’re a victim And so am I So am I While we dance in our circles at the high school reunion I’ll congratulate your nuclear life Because somehow You learned how To breathe the fallout And sometimes I wish I could just stay home My brother moved into his apartment last month And when he kisses his girlfriend goodnight I hope he’s forgotten what our town made us into We escaped with our lives And our dreams intact But sometimes I wonder, as I watch my father wither As his red hands wrinkle and his voice deflates What else did that Bear Mountain town take?