Academic journal article Michigan Quarterly Review

Gray Communion

Academic journal article Michigan Quarterly Review

Gray Communion

Article excerpt

I still have conversations with my father.

Sometimes were at the bottom of the ocean

and he's distracted by the lack of air.

It's hard to stay on topic when you're busy

turning the water into oxygen,

or trying to. It's also hard down there

to hear with any clarity. It's easy

if not quite fair to blame it on the weather.

Sometimes he's standing at a teller's window

with me on his shoulders. Some egregious fault

of hers has made him livid. He wants to close

all his accounts-he claims that he has many.

There is no oxygen inside the vault,

I whisper to him. What I mean is money.

Wounded, he shrinks beneath me. Says he knows.

But says the teller looks like his ex-widow.

Sometimes we're in his dirty living room

watching the Spurs, speaking chiefly in stats. …

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