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Someone who knows this many words

cannot talk to dad.

cannot enjoy the movies

enjoys alcohol

looks at the Sun

wonders only where the hours have gone, and why they have chosen

to leave him here. Someone who knows this many words

does not live this way by choice. I am not even sure why that word

is around, anymore. Someone who knows this many words

has wide, gently shifting smiles

and many kidney stones. Banging together down there

next to his favorite puzzle. SWKTMW

has so much time. Too much of it. Spent so long inside the hours

hoping to catch something

in the air.

I cannot talk to dad.

I am most often speechless.

And small. I no longer wonder about the words still hanging around

up there.