Obit

Logic—my    father’s    logic    diedJune 24, 2009, in bright daylight.Murdered   in   the   afternoon.   Ihung  up  Missing  Person  postersof   myself   and   listened   for   thesound    of    a    tree    falling.   Thesound  of  the  wind  through  treesis  called  psithurism.  There’s  noword  for  the  translator  of  wind.If the wind is words, the trees areexclamation points. The spears ofmoonlight,  question   marks.   Myfather  doesn’t   realize   his  wordsalways end in...

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