a man who knew my father befriended me
causing me to question the nature of my reality,
my history, its validity,
my possibly-false memories
— all, viewed through the lens
of the person
who had a vested interest in
indoctrinating me,
who preferred my naïveté,
under the guise of protectivity,
Christmas break, age 6, Waukegan, Illinois
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