Family Archivist

My dad would always

Tell me stories

About his life growing up

And expect me to

Remember them as a sort of

Family archivist of sorts

But he spent

So much time telling

And none listening

And avoiding and

Shaming and running the

Other direction from his

Fat disgusting thing that he

Never seemed to notice

What kind of stories

I might grow up

And start telling


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