my father about the marriage ending,
he laughed.
he was in the sun,
in his boxer shorts
with sailboats
on them,
outside his
apartment, watering
his plants.
don't worry about it, he said.
there's more
fish in the sea.
whatever you do don't stop
drinking.
you mean, start drinking?
i asked.
oh right, right, he said.
sometimes i get confused
when talking
about things like that.
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