AMERICAN SONNET FOR MY PAST AND FUTURE ASSASSIN Something in the metaphor of the bow Which is never close enough to see the arrow Hit its mark. I remain a mystery to my father. My father remains a mystery to me. Christianity is a religion built around a father Who does not rescue his son. It is the story Of a son whose father is a ghost. No one Mentions Jesus’ sister. Nothing is written About her. She had no children, she was in her Forties the first time she turned water into wine. A late bloomer, she began a small wine business And traveled all over the world selling the wine. Her name was
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