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Initiation

The first night I left the table

to drape myself above the toilet,

I knew it was something I would do

over and over for my family, a way inside

a fold I felt myself always outside of.

After I vomited a bottle of wine into the bowl

I returned to the table, lit a cigarette, fingered

the bitten tip of my father's spent cigar.