I was made


to sit before slides of where my father had been
to smile. Learned to shave from TV

how to keep a marriage open to suggestions.
One day, with a shawl for my wife. “Fine

so it fits” as opposed to
someone flabby above the elbow.

Kicked me once for my very own good, the
tape measure hissed release, scarring my lower lip

as I had been giddy at the thought of converting you

to meters. “You feel you’re in any shape
to pencil my coffin?” / You’re getting taller.


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