I had this huge sadness in me when my dad died. I had to lug it like a boulder the size of the distance I had to cross from Oxford to the Channel, and heave it into Europe where it bounced like the ball of a Titan toddler, waddling after it when it got away from me, chasing it across Eastern Europe even down to the nadir of The Valley of Death in Killarney, having circled back with it, slipped in my pocket, made manageable and smooth with use: A stone you could skip a river with. Take home. Everyday Grief. It just hit me what it felt like, sitting here, looking for my mom. (She passed 4yrs ago, on All Souls.) Ha Her password to everything had GhostDancer in it. Sherman Alexie came out of the smoke. He came out of the smoke. He kept coming out of the smoke So I wasn’t sure where Sherman ended And the smoke began. Was Sherman The smoke? What Did that make me? The Fire builder?
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