alive: for dad

i keep trying to crawl into that photograph

of you in your uniform, of you in your

 

youth-prime, proud smiling on your mother’s

arm with the crinkly eyes of your future daughters.

 

after the flagship burned,

and the wheelhouse turned,

 

you became good at seeing angels;

yeah, you were all right.

 

when asked how you were doing,

you said, well, i’m alive.

 

and my mirror cells replied,

well, that’s every thing.

Dad and Grandma

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