Aug 14, 2020
2 min read
In Which I Have a Dream About my Dead Grandfather
A Poem
We are in the house where I grew up,
the one my family hasn’t lived in for years,
and he is apologizing for getting
the wrong wine to go with dinner
The wine is a metaphor
I know he means
I am sorry for the leaving
I am sorry for looking at my family like it was
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