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He was a drunk, and he left you before you were grown When we heard your name we laughed; we tried to figure it out, this five letter puzzle for the woman told us to call you Katie spelled K-E-I-R-I Alone I, knowing a touch of Spanish spelled it out, sounding out the letters in a foreign tongue, spitting round pebbles When I asked you you smiled, lifting, relived Your father was confused that night you were born, in the loud hospital immaculately clean and white Your nurse's name was Katie and your father did not know so he did the best he could and wrote in his large brown hand, Keiri You have his picture in a locket and you look away as you tell me, hiding that betraying blue I know that feeling, a stiffened back, burning; the hatred of the runaway man, the traitor And that other thing, obstinate, the rock in your throat; the love of a father who gave you your name.
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Oct 17, 2010
Oct 17, 2010 at 8:35 PM UTC
Keiri
He was a drunk, and he left you before you were grown When we heard your name we laughed; we tried to figure it out, this five letter puzzle for the woman told us to call you Katie spelled K-E-I-R-I Alone I, knowing a touch of Spanish spelled it out, sounding out the letters in a foreign tongue, spitting round pebbles When I asked you you smiled, lifting, relived Your father was confused that night you were born, in the loud hospital immaculately clean and white Your nurse's name was Katie and your father did not know so he did the best he could and wrote in his large brown hand, Keiri You have his picture in a locket and you look away as you tell me, hiding that betraying blue I know that feeling, a stiffened back, burning; the hatred of the runaway man, the traitor And that other thing, obstinate, the rock in your throat; the love of a father who gave you your name.
© 2010 by Kayla Knight
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kayla-knight
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Oct 17, 2010
Oct 17, 2010 at 8:35 PM UTC
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