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dad

"you're lazy"

his favorite two words

he is reminded of them

as I write this

an grips his steering wheel

"learn to use your hands"

"all you do is woman's work"

he likes those too

"you're a throwback"

I tell him

I think to myself

winning shouldn't

feel this *****

he's losing hair now

and he drinks every night

I would hate to blame myself

but who else?

he still runs,

so he hasn't given up on life

my brother will

be what he wanted-

I hope

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zachary-fore
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Published
Sep 14, 2010
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