Family Poem
08.29.07our father is putting butter in issues
of fruit of pears and apples, oranges our father
is apparent and even
suspended a little he flicks
small geometries out, grapes out
of their situations
if our father were the client
he would say
follow the collander and follow
we would flipping around remember
the literal PDF of mown lawn our father
is so kind even when left un-"towards"
as they say in the kitchen riddle me
and I will oh don't you worry
about all knowing the cheese, brownies,
boxed beverages, pulling fast our tripward longing
so that it comes apart in white waves
all the worse for these sufferings, pushy and cloud-
like as we are in skis, skis, skis
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