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Dad, I pretend I’m a writer now.
I’m reading for a crowd in December,
Can you make it?

Is there anyone there who would drive you?
A friend to lend you bus fare?
I know the weather’s bad.

You don’t have to change this time,
You don’t have to fix things irreparable.
Just come. Dad, let me read to you.

I know the weather’s bad,
But can’t you make it? Drive
Slow, sober,
Wait for the ice to melt more, don’t overturn the car.
Did you finally find permanent shelter?

They’re serving light luncheon, Dad
.... ........I’ll save a plate for you,
.............Like I’ve saved you a face in the crowd.