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Issue 30, July 31, 2017
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The Stranger, Not My Father

 


 

No icy gutter wind ever knocked
me back like he did. His jaundiced
eyeball as he scraped his boot soles
across my metal-edged doorstep. His
Navajo hair was drier, whiter than death.
White steel straight to the keyhole
like it was me.


                                        -Paul Cordeiro