“If I close my eyes, and
turn my head,
will time go away?”
—
These were his words. He came out of his near-death rest and looked at me and said those words. The second stanza, I replied.

Written August 2018. One year after my father died. Grief hit. Written August 2018. One year after “Grab Her by the Pussy” was spoken by a presidential nominee, disappearing into…