7.3.17

on the screen

a father and son

were reconciling.

behind the screen

was a window

with a grille

that divided the window

into panes.

as the father and son fully reconciled

a star shot from one side of a pane

to the other.

as the father and son fully reconciled

and the star shot from one side of a pane

to the other,

i was thinking of my old man,

of how he has good days and bad,

of how today was one of his good days,

and i wondered if that shooting star

was a symbol of our own reconciliation.

but the shooting star was just an airplane,

and the movie was a steaming pile of shit.

i don’t know anymore.

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Written at 11:08 at night, in my office, in Agoura Hills CA.