Two Halves
-Gardner McFall
Half of me bore a suspicion
the other half denied, trying
to loosen it like a knot in a chain,
a suspicion as black as the tarmac
my father crossed to his fighter jet.
The world would be impossible
without him, half of me thought,
but the inkling, once sprouted, started
to spread like bamboo, cluttering
and choking the grassy bank
until it becomes a landscape, a fact.
Why think of this now?
half of me asks, craving knowledge.
The other half draws a blank.
Olivia-keet! I cannot find your contact information any more! (so I apologize for the creepy blog shout out). I would love to stay in touch so if you could send me your email address we can catch up sometime...
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