Tag: Family
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My father’s spade
leaning on a box in my cluttered breezeway my father’s spade pants, grip worn smooth, tail twitching, eager for his master
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Birds work all through the night
I don’t know what they do this time of night. I just hear them squawking. And they sound a little bent out of shape. They chatter with one another, voices strained but constant — New parents whisper loud through the nursery wall trying to get their baby down, exhausted, having lost all sense of night…
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Day 11
remember how busy they are — babies, homework, office — when you are old and wanting them to serve you dinner
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Day 9
that you will fade away over six point four years, so says the wise actuary, and that I should budget appropriately
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Day 7, On cleaning out my father’s house
How it is that it comes to this — that all that matters is clean, deathly clean? And yet we still move forward. I strip you clean of everything that belongs to you, and peel and scrape until all your bones lay bare to the bold sun and in turn I bring home boxes of…
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