Saturday, October 05, 2013


I saw him at 2:00 in the morning
fifty years ago. There must be so
much more to him than that. But for
now, I am happy that this is all there
is: Dracula on TV. A tray of sugar cookies
on the bed. My father’s knock on the door.
A radioactive hum that will soon disappear.

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