July 28, 2026

a lovely family weekend
memorials and libraries
and beaches and movies
and good good food

always too short of a visit

but at least there are visits

[and monday evening facetimes
even when we’re both so tired]

we have known each other
a damn long time, after all
after all

July 26, 2026

chatting about things i’ve done
which i have little to no memory of
is always kind of a trip
[but i’ve come to accept it]

this poem could be titled: visits with my father