two weeks

My dad died two weeks ago.

When I was younger. 

And he was just alive.

My memories have changed

Each now re-filed, newly stamped,

One by one

A little red burn, smoking parchment

Brain diligently checking them all

Smash that mark down 

each and every one of them

Redefining it as it burns into me. Burns me away

Except every memory     different this time

Now I’m different too / compromised

Half of me gone.

No, I mean that, science means that

Half of who would be me

is gone.

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