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I still haven’t bought gloves, though I had steel-toe boots for awhile. Callouses are waiting for you to lay hands bare to everything you own. You can go years without feeling the bottom of your own table. I moved Dad into his new house. This brings the total to 18 moves in 10 years. Mostly in 20 hour windows. You were around for 7 or 8 of them I read once that most of dust is actually stardust from micro-meteorites. It’s not true. It is actually dead pieces of you. I’ve inhaled more of us than anyone. Item highlights: 250 lb. End table with hidden safe inside Combination: unknown Garbage bag with mom’s clothes and one Phillips-head screwdiver Four landline phones tangled with their cords in a laundry hamper Seven phonebooks in a neat cardboard box Madalyn: Dad still has the small wooden sign you made him the one that says “Dad’s Workshop” in blue glitter-paint. Steve: Dad has recently bought a toaster oven, and he loves it as much as you love yours. He gave me the same speech about the difference in the taste of hot-dogs. You are both still in the pictures at his house. It startles me when your faces appear on the screensaver.
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Feb 22, 2011
Feb 22, 2011 at 3:01 PM UTC
Dear Steve and Madalyn,
I still haven’t bought gloves, though I had steel-toe boots for awhile. Callouses are waiting for you to lay hands bare to everything you own. You can go years without feeling the bottom of your own table. I moved Dad into his new house. This brings the total to 18 moves in 10 years. Mostly in 20 hour windows. You were around for 7 or 8 of them I read once that most of dust is actually stardust from micro-meteorites. It’s not true. It is actually dead pieces of you. I’ve inhaled more of us than anyone. Item highlights: 250 lb. End table with hidden safe inside Combination: unknown Garbage bag with mom’s clothes and one Phillips-head screwdiver Four landline phones tangled with their cords in a laundry hamper Seven phonebooks in a neat cardboard box Madalyn: Dad still has the small wooden sign you made him the one that says “Dad’s Workshop” in blue glitter-paint. Steve: Dad has recently bought a toaster oven, and he loves it as much as you love yours. He gave me the same speech about the difference in the taste of hot-dogs. You are both still in the pictures at his house. It startles me when your faces appear on the screensaver.
Written 2011 during the MFA program at Columbia College Chicago
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Feb 22, 2011
Feb 22, 2011 at 3:01 PM UTC
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