Another June of fatherlessness, childlessness, while the word FATHER floats through the air like pollen, the fecundity of it birthing memories of Apá, Papi, forgivable and forgiven on his one special day. But on the other 364 he remains that shadow of a man, afterimage, ring of precipitation on the counter that slowly vanishes. I’m 40 and I still feel […]

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