Wednesday, July 1, 2009

For you, so unhappily close to your birthday that I hope you never see it

Watch this, Dad!
I can hang upside down for a whole minute!
I can run faster than yesterday, and braid a knot of twine into neat rows.
I can say whole strings of sentences backward without ever looking at a page!

And you can send my words back to me without ever looking at them: change the subject to something that interests you.
And I will still wonder if you will make it to the banquet
Through the snow and the ice
And the deer that haunt the roads and keep you from getting here tonight.
And I will still believe that you really wanted to come, somewhere inside.
But couldn't. But couldn't.

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