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press 1 to speak to your father
OCTOGENARIAN

press 2 to speak to him in his 30's
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dad of his thirties-
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Arizona bound in a tobacco smelling red vest
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his orange volkswagon abandoning only what's abandoned him
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my mother in the passenger seat, pregnant with me-
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a lump of kicking caffeine in her stomach
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ready to pop out straight through the windshield
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I press the number 2 and hold it down
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as if the beeping sound would explode my stepmother's paranoid eyes
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this time the conversation will not be like an angry prayer I say
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I am predivorce me again
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not the Danny who believed you returned everything you stole by buying me a happy meal
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though I'd take it now,
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as my poverty's romanticsm has faded against the black streaks on this mental hospital's brick
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I am still early summer's boy
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look at me in the chlorine
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I hang up the phone and scribble in the notes section of my Gideon's-
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Heavenly father,
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I will no longer pray  to the bags under my dad's eyes
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they are the worry of this dead lighter earth
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I want to pop them like I tried to when I was a child
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30 Aug 10


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 — OCTOGENARIAN

beautiful.  poignant.  so vivid and visual, due to details like Arizona and orange volkswagon and happy meal

the searching and longing of this is powerful

many good phrases, but my favorite is L15-16
 — JaneyJane

thanks so much
 — OCTOGENARIAN

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