My Father Loved His Death 1

My Father Loved His Death

1.
At first he loved its distance
the way he loved my mother sitting, reading,
in the white frame house in Pittsburgh
while he slithered, pop-eyed and reeking,
through the Philippine jungle.

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	My Father Loved His Death
	1. At first he loved its distance the way he loved my mother sitting, reading, in the white frame house in Pittsburgh while he slithered, pop-eyed and reeking, through the Philippine jungle.
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