his living room, a poem

never saw my father’s living room,
but i imaged it, cut kitty-corner,
end to end, into triangles, like
mom’s grilled-cheese sandwiches,
hope dying on the one side
despair thriving on the other

  “There’s only one great evil in the world today. Despair.” Evelyn Waugh, Vile Bodies

© 2017, poem and illustration, Jamie Dedes

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