POP GAVE UNCLE MARK
a look when Uncle Mark
asked if I had ever heard my father’s story.
Of course,
I said.
He was killed at a pay phone.
Worry washed
over Pop’s face.
Opened his
mouth to speak
but changed
his mind,
then changed
his mind again.
That’s not the story
we talking about.
What you know is how I was killed,
Pop explained.
But you don’t know . . .
You just don’t know . . .