Still smells of him,
although I do not know
what he smelled like.
He might have
worn this in Puerto Rico,
or Mexico,
or maybe on the night
I was conceived mid-sea.
It has been 25 years
of watching
my mother live
as a widow – reminiscing
the man who helped birth
instead of father
her children. This strange
being I have only seen
in photographs:
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