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My Father is the Reason I am Like This
by Kate Yarbray
My father is the reason I’m like this, and you will never meet him. Spicy scallops on the sweetest orange slice you’ve ever had.
One with the most bitter rind. A drive down Five Forks, only two in my birthday cake. A path in the forest and 499 puzzle pieces. Three shots of tequila and pickle juice before bed and two cigarettes on my walk home. City dwelling dissipates him, yet his presence
bruises the apple skin of the countryside. I want to take you home for Christmas and show you I can be soft.
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