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Fathersexpand_moreI know exactly what to do when Papa has a seizure in the middle of the night.
The jealous Othello, ready for murder, was transformed into a school-boy.
The social-media world was ablaze with his daughter’s bagunça.
Fishing with Dad guaranteed two days of just us and made me special.
He loves me. That’s half enough: he’s the only man around.
He greets you with a kiss and marries your elbow to walk the path.
Elsewhere, perhaps here too, regimes stagger, a congress ends.
I’m going to save up against the flood and stagger to carry nothing.
Our father crumbled after her affair. We watched him for signs of cracking.
“I wonder what will stay longer,” Frick said. “Me or that headstone.”
After my father passed away, I’d go back to stare at the cave paintings.
There’s nowhere he can kiss where she hasn’t been kissed by the sun.
How large our muscles have to be to lift our wings even a single time.
Tell her I put poison in the pot and I intend to watch her drink it.
What do you offer someone who has lost half of her beginning?
Like lions in cages, women like me dream . . . of freedom . . .
i learned to save lives from a man who reminded me of my father
I walked that land with him, one and mingling, breaking into breath.
Gerard sat in the shadow, watching his son steal about like a thief.
The sloshed grownups had little to say to me. I loved it that I was alien.
His voice was wrung with panic as he spit curses like spoiled milk.
Instead, she stares right at us, her shoulder half-naked in broad daylight.
His spirit shone fiercely, shaming the chasm by illuminating it.
My new car cost more than my dad’s first house; I Googled it.
Picture the thing you want most. True love? A new car? Let it go.
He shot a spear into a boom timber and pulled the boat to it.
Rules are rules. No one comes this close, this fast. Protocol reigns.
Mom could have been an acre away, or doe-still behind the next stalk.
In the photograph we look nearly the same. Heft and hewn.
