he went homehome was where his parents made theirs because to date he
hadnt found a place he might call homeset roots
all things temporary since he left home
he went home to attend his
fathers transitionalfluid he
hadnt sought it ninetyfirst birthday
when he left home his father older than his mother by
almostexactly two years the eighteen the twentysecond
she drafted off him
50 60 70 80 drafting48 58 68 78
his father
would be 89
but that early
Spring Trumpvirus his mother quit drafting
her death astonished himhe was devastated
if his father turned 88 of course
she would too
she
did not she let loose the reins
letting loose
she diminished his sense of homeof belonging reminded him of mortality to a degree he thought prior he understood
he did not
a broken tricycle is not a bicycle
his mother was
the wheel who turned and dragged his father and him forwarddragged them in her
wake
now they were static
side by
side
while they embraced their shared axle-axis their unbroken spokes did not turn
he still hadnt figured out what to
do
griefs funny that way
approaching
1700hrs, Day-between-Two-Ts, 14 9. 22
1558,
Twosday, 27 9. 22
