[excerpt from "The Hemingway House in Key West"]
. . .
There is something dark in my nature.
One night I woke to see my father staring
out of my bedroom window. "Papa," I cried
as he turned to show me the fire fading
in his eyes like a pilot light. Our shadows
locked like clock hands as he whispered,
"I am bankrupt . . . there's something I must tell you . . . "
but he said nothing & the next morning I found his body
in a bed soaked with urine & his eyes staring at the ceiling
as if asking a last question the silence would never answer.
All my life I have wondered what he meant to tell me.
Deep within the Ravine: 2
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