*The Day My Dad Went to the Hospital. 2001-05-04 2:14 a.m.*

The Day My Dad Went to the Hospital

we called it the swing porch because it had a porch swing on it.

swing porch.

porch swing.

swing porch.

you sit i sit we sit on the porch swing on the swing porch.

�swing porch� goes in the same category of words as �fridgerayerd� and �froat.�

it�s from the same era as the Morris Minor, Dave the mail man and Dave the dog, and Mr.

T cereal.

of course much singing happened on the porch swing on the swing porch.

�mareseatoatsanddoeseatoatsandlittlelambseativy.� �i�m a lonely little petunia in an onion

patch.�

�swing low, sweet chariot� always seemed most appropriate, because the porch

swing was low to the ground.

�i went over Jordan and what did i see?� there was a boy in my preschool named

Jordan. why did someone walk on a boy to look for something to carry them home?

would the low swing, sweet chariot, roll over his head?

grown-ups were unfathomable.

aZc

sitting on the porch swing with my dad. him smelling nastygood like cigarettes

and sweat and Dad.

it�s black and white. it�s color.

swinging. next to him. not on his lap. what if i flew off his lap? i did not want to

fall off of his lap. i did not want to sit on his lap.

standing, mouth open, in awe. it�s black and white. it�s color.

swinging. swinging.

standing, watching. mouth open.

we fell.

she followed the yellow brick road.

Dad went to the hospital.

Dad went to the hospital.

his leg was broken.

his leg was broken.

the porch swing fell on his leg.

she melted.

it broke.

i stood there with my mouth open, in awe.

i stood there with my mouth open and screamed.

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