And You by Douglas Westberg
Mad in America
SEPTEMBER 19, 2024
And you, my father, there on the sad height, Curse, bless me now with your fierce tears, I pray. Do not go gentle into that good night. Rage, rage against the dying of the light. (Dylan Thomas) I wear your moles, your plaque psoriasis; Inherit your books, ensconce them on my shelf. I see you in the mirror when I shave, With the old clippers cut my hair myself, Relive my childhood, play with Lego blocks, Watch TV serials in black and white, And read the old encyclopedia I used to read under the s
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