My father looked like
Abe Lincoln
if Lincoln were shorter and
Lebanese.
My mother is as
adorable as a
Cypriot could
be.
And I turned out like this.
Born in
Lincoln's Land
abandoned at the other
End of
Route 66
finally returning to
My hometown
at the cost of endless
Fractured
Heart Poses.
Now for now I'm back in the
Perpetual California Sun Salutation
late afternoon light
hitting my face
which throughout my life
has always been seen,
except by a couple of nuns and
one or two lovers,
as quite
Honest.
Must be a familial trait
on my
Fathers' side.
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