A week after I took
this picture, a truck
passed over the spot
I was standing in
and crashed into a
pillar, killing two
in front of a Starbucks.
2017
My black cat.
My old partner.
My last friend
to have known
my father.
2016
and all the casualties.
2015
Today I remember my father on the day of his birth,
at the hour and minute of his death.
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