December 28, 2015
Now I am 53 (first birthday without my
dad)
A picture of you
hangs
in my head, doing
what
it’s suppose to
do. Reminding
me.
A room for a red
sweater-
keeping track of
patterned tape,
newspaper
clippings
go somewhere
else.
I get interrupted
though-
everytime
I get to the best
part. The bone
of the matter.
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