Dad, I remembered one of our walks today by Emma Reyes
that night made you change your mind about hating the people that lived there
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I no longer harangue every desk nurse at every hospital for a taxonomic breakdown of her bills. I don’t ask for the numbers of the Benadryl, the water cups, the abdominal touches done with gloved hands. I am the most American I’ve ever been—she costs what she costs and I eat it.
that night made you change your mind about hating the people that lived there
We’re sitting with tangled legs, elbows propping fruit-heavy bellies skyward, brushing hair and daylight out of our eyes.
...the past / now an anthem leaking out of car windows, / grief exquisite as a teenage tenor out of tune ...