returning
a father
at peace
with how many times
his hair
has died
is standing
in a museum
before the shell
of a giant
turtle
his infant’s mouth
has gone home
to lose
its shape
he is alone
like any
grocery cart
some
cribs
a father
at peace
with how many times
his hair
has died
is standing
in a museum
before the shell
of a giant
turtle
his infant’s mouth
has gone home
to lose
its shape
he is alone
like any
grocery cart
some
cribs

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