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My Father's Black, Convertible, 1969 Ford Mustang

On the hood there is a dent in the shape
of my Mother's ass. Yes, my Father would
say, that is where your Mother sat when we
made you.
But when I was five and asked where
babies came from, he led me to the car,
pressed my hands to the hood, Babies
come strapped to the hoods of hotrods

© F. Omar Telan

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My Father's Black Convertible, 1969 Ford Mustang
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