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WHAT WILL THE END OF YOUR JOURNEY LOOK LIKE
+ WILL YOU KNOW IT WHEN YOU GET THERE?
In a dream (#amithedreamerorthedream) my brother 18 mts.
younger than me + I sit across from each other at the kitchen
table Furniture circa 1953 orange+turquoise Parents tastes
more avante-garde than mid-century bourgeoisie Both hidden
artistic tendencies Burst out in cowboy father’s shoe collection
Mother’s Paris gowns Model in another life still walks catwalk
proud
As we sit it dawns on us that our old family home is worth millions
+we still own it! A bright light shines in the hallway leading to our
parent’s bedroom Temple of love Temple of tempests This home
a beacon to our adult selves:
Come Mine The Best of What You Were /ARE?
Dreams scattered in corners Football glory Pails of money
A Florida vacation or new furniture kids? A cure for cancer Write
a book Be an African (Dad I know what I want to be I want to be
black) Brother really said this Father somewhat dismayed
Somewhere the numbers fall into their slots pointing to a jackpot of
love innocence +purity Jaded furies now biting at the heels of aging
family Hard pressed to believe in their dreams marching into uncharted
territory Last man standing flicks off the light takes the high road to the
land of milk +honey
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She’s the only woman I ever loved (our father re: our mother)
It would take one hell of a wife to beat no wife at all. (Cormac McCarthy)
Almost Spring 2017 for the Atkins Family of Purdon Drive
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