Early May in
New York State
my father
on the edge of forgetting himself
and I, so sick I couldn't see
did not understand
where we were
A silver diner in the middle of no-where
two open-faced
roast beef sandwiches
he talked about Rohack's and his life as a child
and I, with muted ears,
trying so hard to listen
more than anything
we should
be proud of ourselves
in the end
see this
how I see it now