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Contrary to belief, I lived  photo

through the years when what I needed most 

was to hold my father’s hand. Marked by that need, 

as one is marked with a bruise. Once, he chased a man 

from his store for calling us foul. A mistake, the stranger 

came to realize, when his insult was rebutted 

with a scowl and 24-inch machete. I like to think 

before every angry father is a coward. From that story, 

I don’t want to be the child so much the blade. 

So much can be said for the threat. The threat 

almost being the story my father held, the threat almost being 

what I have come to expect from love.

 

image: David Wright


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