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- For My Father
- He threw away the corkscrew that night
- And made the coffee in the
- Morning
- “Mom can’t take you to school today, you’re gonna have to take the bus, boys.
- Gotta go. Late for work.”
- The boys were fighting
- Again
- A steak knife, bent blade, lay wounded on the counter
- His back hurts and his painkillers had
- Disappeared
- “Are you drinking honey?”
- He went to bed alone
- Again
- The boys were still up, she was sleeping
- On the couch
- A voice, trembling, awakened him, “she was screaming at me
- Again
- Dad. She was yelling and she fell
- Down the stairs. I think she’s hurt, Dad. I think
- She’s hurt.”
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