Morning Coffee # 16

Where the author pretentiously post a poem he enjoys. Duty Natasha Trethewey When he tells the story nowhe’s at the center of it, everyone else in the housefalling into the backdrop— my mother, grandmother,an uncle, all dead now—props in our story: father and daughtercaught in memory’s half-light. I’m too young to recall it,so his story …

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