Dear Alan Alda, I think
you should have been there
it’s not my fault, nor my father’s
the hayride, the giggling, the request
to please make her hands warm
men with terminal stomach cancer
don’t make good boyfriends
but sometimes hands need to be warmed
she deserved a sparrow, a tree
a pumpkin seed
I wish you could have been there
everything, everything, everything Alda

Dawn Tefft | Mudlark No. 29
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