(megive; Anothercummings

(megive; anothercummings it’s a feeling to see a book fade: ink washed out, pages wilted, with scoffingsmellsofoldmustsandshalls. and it’s a bad memory when remembered daddy forgot to play football and you moved away fromhisdoominglove. is every memory really seen through a forgotten father. Edward Estlin, tell me the truth, is it true your father grieved through joy, praised your forehead and sang like sirens? But such lavish questions of a father that forgot the simple wispsofcackleandcaper of an abandoned tyke’s love are too impossible to ask. No, to give is to have, daddy’s memory isn’t my fault and I too have meaning.