four
hours to see my father.
he had
a list for me
when i go there.
he needed a haircut,
his car
inspected,
a lightbulb replaced
in the hall
ceiling, that he
couldn't reach.
there was the trip
to the commissary,
then to
KFC
for his usual, that
they had waiting
for him
on the counter when
he arrived.
three pieces of spicy
chicken,
dark meat.
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