Last Night.

sitting in the brisk evening, a glass of red with danish blue cheese and warming my hands to my fathers poetry…we live in an age where this can be done, the tribal involvement…my dad tells me his father shook his hand …after years of service in Nam. shook his fuckin hand..

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