When We Last Saw Your Father
He was sitting in the hospital parking lot
in a borrowed car, counting the windows
of the building, guessing which one
was glowing with his mistake.
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"...not as vocabulary, not as syntax, not even as structure, but as a principle and a presence." -John Berger
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