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Date(s) - 06/14/2018 - 06/21/2018
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 Certain Things

          by David Brendan Hopes

For the sake of my father, certain things

must be done in a certain way:

tightening of bolts, of nuts around threads;

coiling of hoses; firm, instant replacement of lids;

spreading of seed from the hand held just so,

in furrows dug to the joint or the knuckle, depending;

wash it when you use it, never put it up wet;

don’t be opening and closing the screen door

as if you were a cat.

Be grateful for a job, a meal, a leg up.

All that.

In the seasons set aside for such emotions,

of course I hated him.

All things, even hatred, wear away.

In the season set aside I became him,

doing what he did in the way he did it,

hiding the injured heart the way he hid it.

Waking so many hours before full day

from the dream

that something certain’s gone astray.

From New Ohio Review