a vocabulary for young fathers
evelyn said, 'meet me in philadelphia next week,' so i quit my job and bought a greyhound ticket, 'cuz that's what you do when an eighty-four year old woman tells you she's going to die soon; at least, that's what you do if you're me and you've just cracked your tailbone while parking cars outside the strip club on Burnside. i fell asleep until utah and then drew pictures of distant horizons to amuse the snotty kids. 'i just rode this bus three days to get these kids from their dad,' their mother said, 'and i'm about to ride it three days more to bring them back to massachusetts,' so don't fuck with me, was the underlying message, and we didn't.
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