his face droops on the right
though he doesn't know it
he hasn't looked in the mirror
for over a year
of course, when he cocks his head,
as he often does,
staring at the world from a
permanent 2 o'clock tilt
the waterfall of features
is less noticeable
the slope of his eyes and mouth,
melting like Dali's clocks
seem to disappear in some
off-center symmetry
as if this change of perspective
could erase the microscopic clot
that cut his hemispheres
right in two
and my father could no longer
right his crooked smile
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April PAD Day 20 - what goes unsaid
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Sunday, April 24, 2016
Unsaid
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Wednesday, July 13, 2011
Little I ask
Between you and I
there's so little that
goes unsaid. My
few wants are on your
lips before I
even have time to speak.
Carry on Tuesday -- little I ask, my wants are few
there's so little that
goes unsaid. My
few wants are on your
lips before I
even have time to speak.
Carry on Tuesday -- little I ask, my wants are few
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