I am going to cock my head tonight like a dog
in front of McGlinchy’s Tavern on Locust;
I am going to stand beside the man who works all day combing
his thatch of gray hair corkscrewed in every direction.
I am going to pay attention to our lives
unraveling between the forks of his fine-tooth comb.
For once, we won’t talk about the end of the world
or Vietnam or his exquisite paper shoes.
For once, I am going to ignore the profanity and
the dancing and the jukebox so I can hear his head crackle
beneath the sky’s stretch of faint stars.
—Major Jackson, from Leaving Saturn, 2002. The University of Georgia Press, Athens, GA. Copyright 2002 by Major Jackson.
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So. Much.
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Words. Every one of them. Love.
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Love to you, Mary. ❤️
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