father left my mother
and his
seven kids for some hot tamale
from Brazil,
my mother
started
dating a man named
Chuck Porter.
a heavy set fireman who
worked
at engine company
42
in Maryland.
he was on the scene once,
when
a twelve-wheeler ice-cream truck
was hit by a train
in Hyattsville.
we ate ice-cream all summer
long after that,
into the winter.
Chuck was history by then.
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