tinfoilheart

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On doing what you can with ancient wiring

Five years ago,
on what was a very bad day,
I broke the antique light fixture
in my bathroom.

I was angry and pulled too hard;
it came off of the wall
and fell apart.

I can no longer remember
what made me so angry.

By the time I made it to the
Korean War Memorial,
my father and I
had not spoken
in two months.

In five years
I will not remember
what made him
so angry;
he will.

I put that light fixture
back together
and I put it back
on the fucking wall
myself
so I could tell him
that
I do not need him
for everything.

4:01 pm - 08.05.11

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