When the radiator behind the
Rolling Stones postered door hummed heat
And our plaid pajamas and brown wool socks were covered by comforters and the glow of yearly tv specials that were birthed from the screen like familiar babies
And the sky was half blue half the moon
from the tree branch dividing our window view
And our dad was dying in the other room
You told me you saw 7 reindeer
To go with him
To go home
To be gone too soon
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