Dad’s Last Entrechat
Patricia Colleen Murphy
We’ve entered
a gentle collaboration.
You’ve agreed to be
dead. I’ve agreed
to re-wind your 30-
year clock, its brass key
all cool and pre-recession.
Later I’ll realize
I don’t know where
I am. I’m in a large car
somewhere between
two geographical points.
Point A is known for
its crying that sounds
like laughing. Point B
has a river in the shape
of a noose. Now
I can’t imagine speaking
to a child with kindness.
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a gentle collaboration.
You’ve agreed to be
dead. I’ve agreed
to re-wind your 30-
year clock, its brass key
all cool and pre-recession.
Later I’ll realize
I don’t know where
I am. I’m in a large car
somewhere between
two geographical points.
Point A is known for
its crying that sounds
like laughing. Point B
has a river in the shape
of a noose. Now
I can’t imagine speaking
to a child with kindness.