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Apr 2011
Lyle

I once heard

went to chinatown

had a son and

three brothers.

I have only met him

in

stories and faded photographs,

tears and insecurities.

Lyle

I once heard

looks just like my dad

with fingers crossed

hoping

they aren’t

really

the same.
Written by
Hannah Johnson
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