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2014, blog, death of my father, family, NaPoWriMo, National Poetry Writing Month, poem, poem in a white ribbed vest
accidents of birth and marriage link us,
half-relations on the sofa for snaps,
awkward arms around strange shoulders.
we seek somewhere to belong
but the harder we strive
the greater outsiders we become.
Always behind the camera, never in front,
looking in at lives that aren’t ours,
a family that’s frozen us out.
poem in a white ribbed vest 