On the Fourteenth Day of Spring My Dad Became
On the Fourteenth Day of Spring My Dad Becamethe moon.We talked as we were meant to talk: body to body, glowing.God, we were funny!A couple of moon men, yukking it up.I thanked him for-get this!-my life!That's how we rolled that evening, in the preposterously named town of Havre de Grace.My dad had just inherited so much time!And space!He was enormous at midnight.Laughter couldn't contain him.Reticence couldn't contain him.He had me, his chronicler; and his mother Anna
Authors
- Cody Walker
Publication Details
- Journal
- The Hopkins review/Hopkins review
- Published
- 2025-03-01
- DOI
- https://doi.org/10.1353/thr.2025.a958158
- Primary Topic
- Literature: history, themes, analysis
- Type
- article
- Field-Weighted Citation Impact
- 0.00