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  • They met before the war and married in 1944. I was born in June 1946. They divorced in 1949, the year my brother was born. I was told he had an affair. His second wife whom he met several years later said he had had a nervous breakdown. In my heart he had been my everything. I never saw him after I was five.

    When I wrote this my mother was still alive and blaming him for most everything. That was eleven years ago. She died last September.

    A Bird Dead

    A bird dead on the bathroom floor
    and I’m naked.
    It’s damp.

    It’s been the longest day
    and the shortest night.
    It was foggy early,
    but at three a.m. the stars are out.

    I want to talk about juju,
    about weddings and spells,
    and divorces and spells.

    Fifty years is a long time to hold a grudge.
    He’s been dead twenty.
    Maybe it’s time,
    maybe it’s time you forgave him.
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