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well. And your father, can you believe him? What a cradle robber. He’ll get what he deserves. I wish I’d never set eyes on him.” Once, when I was a kid, I came here to the Oahu Cemetery to smoke some batu. A worker in the crematorium showed me the big iron ovens where they burn corpses. He even showed me a metal pan full of gray ash, bone, and teeth. Today, black smoke from the crematorium rises into the sky. Nuuanu Memorial Park, 5:06 p.m. A large centipede climbs out of the tall grass and rests on the tombstone for someone named Fernandez. The insect pauses as if it realizes it is being watched. Its armor is the color of dried blood. Last night, my boy Neal gave me a card with “Happy Father’s Day” written in glitter on green construction paper. Amy took me out to dinner— steaks—and talked about how everyone at her TV station was stressed out because another ratings period was approaching. Then she dropped me off at the treatment center and told me she had to work

late. I didn’t say a word about the weatherman. Hell, Amy’s a nice, sweet girl. Clean, sober. If she’s lost her faith in a loser like me, who can blame her? One Father’s Day—when I was nine years old and high on spray paint—I made Dad a card in school. I glued yarn to a piece of cardboard in the shape of a golf club and ball. My father golfed three times a week at the Oahu Country Club, where he was a member. This was before his foot started bothering him. “Happy Father’s Day,” I said, handing him the card. “Thanks, son,” he said, taping the card to the dresser mirror. He hugged me, his breath sour with nineteenth-hole beer. He’d never hug me again. I look for the centipede, but it is gone. For some reason, I find myself disappointed. Damn, it’s getting late. I’d better get back to the treatment center. Or the counselors will have my ass. I’ll find you, Dad. I promise. Maybe tomorrow. Right now, I gotta get me some rest. There are too many graveyards for me to cover in one day.

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Apeiron Review | Summer 2015  

The summer issue of Apeiron Review, a Philadelphia-based literary magazine, is ready for you and a glass of your favorite beverage. Cool off...

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The summer issue of Apeiron Review, a Philadelphia-based literary magazine, is ready for you and a glass of your favorite beverage. Cool off...