Bury it in the documents. Dad will have been glad
to have his papers fattened. And I too! You know
how I love the notion of manilla. About how I love
the casters of an old grey Hon filing cabinet.
What did Dad do, essentially, in work, or in life too?
Why do I think that it's possible to find what I think
is implausible to find in my own life—know that it is.
Know that the small strife of getting to work, thinking
of calling a friend, regretting something, is what life is.
