dying swan seeks daredevil
for frills, kills and telephone bills
must enjoy long walks on short piers
experience of natural disasters a must
Thursday, January 31
Wednesday, January 30
Tuesday, January 8

- the most memorable winter
- i could still run
- hard ground, no gloves
- i don't know if he believed in heaven or not and i dared not ask and he could not speak
- i was hungry but did not want to go home
- i started to believe at some point that i was my father, not just like him
- of course i imagine him under the ground, no doubt so does she but all we talk about are the hyacinths and miniature daffodils that make his bed
- always coming back to this / these thoughts / this field / that day
- winter sun / son in my eyes
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