FATHER
Since there wasn't
a single wife in our
neighborhood worth
coveting, father
reluctantly obeyed
one of the commandments.
Then he died and
was buried along
with his secrets.
He lives, I guess
you could say, in
whatever memories
we still have of him.
You could say that.
Wednesday, November 30, 2011
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