UNCLE MARK AND MY FATHER
looked at me with hollow eyes
dancing somewhere between
guilt and grief,
which I couldn’t make sense of until my father admitted
that he had killed
the wrong guy.
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UNCLE MARK AND MY FATHER
looked at me with hollow eyes
dancing somewhere between
guilt and grief,
which I couldn’t make sense of until my father admitted
that he had killed
the wrong guy.