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“About Dad Dying #8”
The titles of these
writings are swallowed
by the world outside their
scope: now that my
father has died,
everything is about
his dying. The walls
of these poems
may form a closed
cell,
but the in and the out
are indistinguishable.
The titles of these
writings are swallowed
by the world outside their
scope: now that my
father has died,
everything is about
his dying. The walls
of these poems
may form a closed
cell,
but the in and the out
are indistinguishable.