That Year When You Were The Department Chair And I'd Just Figured Out Death
When I was seven
or eight
and couldn't sleep
I'd find you in the living room
sleepless, too
you would let me sit up with you
in the darkness
you in a beige bathrobe and me in pyjamas
we'd sit
close to the television, our chairs pulled up
to the tiny set
like we were peering into a crystal ball or
some kind of secret
and you would drink scotch
neat
and i would drink milk
from a scotchglass
and we'd wait for the danger to pass
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