for my Angelina
Like a bad monkey playing with firecrackers. lighter flicking burning teleo-affectiveness I feel you like a warm sadness.
I watch you in your sisters as they break free of me as they wander back and forth across the endelss relm of growing up.
But when its cold and I can see that its going to get warm and then stay warm and then be hot again Im thinking of you resting cool beneath the sandy scrub oak and palmettos rattlesnake haven with the missing marker and the nuns
who walk blackrobed to prayer and work
While I try my best to be a daddy
