my father raises his shirt
tattoos cover his chest,
stomach, nipples, some
are older than you.
a bottle & two
glasses of bourbon
between us, a swig left
for me, more for him,
though he doesn’t take
his time –  shoots it
like a man half-
drunk and longing
for reunion. i don’t
know what to say,
save drink another
glass, touch his chest—
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