"A SHINING EXAMPLE OF HOW AN HONEST, KIND, STRONG, AND RESPONSIBLE MAN LIVES HIS LIFE" by Dana Whtvr

I set down my flaming sword long enough to stare into

a hunting trip photo at my Grandfather's

memorial. It shows two men, and him between them in

a dress and wig-hilarious joke (everyone

laughed), "abomination" an Uncle

scoffs casual-like now, tells story: "that's the ugliest woman

I ever saw" man driving by says to man

in passenger seat (everyone laughs).

See: sadness and shame felt in my painted

toenails hidden in socks, the tie too tight around my neck,

clueless compliments about my long hair and hoops.

Retell the story a different way: at 10, a buck strung for skinning

from the eaves; the droppings he cut out and put in my palm.

I can never breathe in church, but this morning I took communion

for the first time in 9 years, for the old man-God knows why.

Over his grave beside his stillborn first daughter's,

I become the hospital where he died-Queen of

the Valley (think meanest motherfucker: full crown

of antlers on my head, long locks of weeping

willow dyed with blood trailing in the wind, time

turned back on itself, a naked Eve naming all the animals).

Pulling my dress off the hanger, I bear witness:

the empty center of the universe like a liver spot;

wind in my hair, sun on my bare shoulders;

and under the ground, hidden in the urn,

his miserable ashes in drag.

*Title quoted from the obituary for James E. Fidler published in the Napa Valley Register, 08/28/2017 (http://napavalleyregister.com/lifestyles/announcements/obituaries/james-e-fidler/article_65807aa0-9a66-5a83-a859-8be03d18c1c7.html).

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