My father was a doctor. We never got the doctoring bug. He never spoke to us about medicine. Instead, he took us on road trips and taught us to play catch, even me. When we were little, he would read ... [+]
My father was a doctor. We never got the doctoring bug. He never spoke to us about medicine. Instead, he took us on road trips and taught us to play catch, even me. When we were little, he would read ... [+]
Q: How does it feel?
A: It's like sinking.
It's sour cherry red, dripping fire down your throat
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After school my brother slinks
into the blue shade of the pines.
Every year it seems, he
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