Van and Vincent never saw their uncle
as adults because he lived far away
nearly the distance their uncle would run
annually to train for marathons
not that he was good but dedicated
dedicated to his own mental health
Van and Vincent lived in California
in San Clemente where they had their home
never moving even once unlike dad
cultivating a sense of place for kids
especially Vincent, on the spectrum
not unlike his uncle, Papa Kitty
the man without a name, anonymous
never lasts a long time, until at least
eternity and uncertainty ends
versions of a contradiction appear
entangled in spooky action, karma
recalls the underlying dharma found
structurally as the building blocks seen
at the beginning of the universe
work in Chicago, never worth his time
travel, too expensive to go visit
home, a pier in Huntington Beach, his mom
eventually acted before her death
in the guise of a Roman Catholic
remembering the Lamb of God forgives
until the sword of the resurrection
needlessly lopped off her head at the neck
consequences for actions not results
leave Papa Kitty sad without family
each year, the holidays leave him hollow
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