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This Should Hold

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At a red hot light

At a red hot light

a bang like a shrill vacuum

stampeded my father who

ceremonially

looked up through the blue in his windshield

at the small-town sky in anticipation for

death from above.

Instead a crying girl

apologized for the bumper

unaware

she drove the black carriage

that transplanted him back

to his mostly suppressed youth in a

monastery in Lebanon

where he’d buried the dead between bombings

because the other boys were too afraid of ghosts.

If a million tourists

told me to leave
my home I’d
probably leave
my home.
Even if it were
just one hundred,
I’d be worried.