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I’m looking at a picture of my dad a few years before he died.
I love him, I do.
I will never speak to him again
Unless I speak to his picture.
I throw a kiss at my dad under glass.
He is not a pheasant.
He is an atom of my nuclear family.
My mother is dead too.
My brother remains like a hitch-hiker in our past where
Our family was driving down an indeterminate highway.
Hillary Clinton wrote, “It takes a Village.”
A village is a distraction for cold winters
And a family is for people whose hearts crackle like fire places.
It’s only in the closeness of a family that you realize
How remote governmental intervention is from love’s meaning.
If you can’t love your father you are a fool to praise a President.
A political rock star is the glitter that failed to become human.