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The immeasurable distance between family members |
| My father was a square My mother was a heart. He listened to jazz while drinking hot tea sweetened with honey He pushed his glasses up by sliding his middle finger over his nose, he squinted when he didn't understand her, and she smiled a knowing and unknowing smile while mixing cinnamon and whole wheat flour eggs and sugar, and thinking - what? a recipe? a great philosophical tract? Add together their diameters and subtract The distance between them The miles upon miles of misunderrstandings. That is my circumfurence. Add to it the distance from me to my father: area from me to my mother: volume. And all of me is space And the sum of my parts is my whole. |