My Dad Was a Cop

He scuttered a barred front door

in some unnamed area

where the garlic grows too fast

and ends up inedible but for pigs.

Front-up mess in the school gym hallway

where some ate breakfast in seamless fashion

with butter topped with nothing licked up in summer.

You had to wonder about who was who

and if you were lucky to be yourself; don’t worry, you were.

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