my dad would shoot dogs out the window of the attic with a BB gun.

he kicked my dogs in the head when they ate my new ski jacket that i left in the car.

my dad talked about all the hot wheels he has collected, his eyes sunken and shadowed. like an ancient fourteen year old.

i tried to see myself in him, the slope of his nose, the fold of his eyelids.

i forgave him for all the things he did, but i can't yet for all the things he forgot to do.

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