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MY FATHER'S NOSE

What this piece is REALLY about!...





Keep your nose clean,

my father would say,

and I thought he meant

stay out of trouble

and maybe he did.

My nose? My nose is clean.

I pick it at stoplights

when there's nothing to pick,

scrub it daily, keep it shiny,

not at all like my father's

dirty nose--with every pore

spotted black by neglect.


As he lay on his bed

awaiting the great corridor,

gasping for air, gurgling each breath,

I wanted to tell him:

they have nose inspections

everyday on the other side.




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