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Some people have fathers, and some people have wicker men, have something that looks like a man, but is something different, something easily destroyed. Late at night, in the car, when traffic stretches on like a taut rubber band,  ready to snap, my mother tells me about how she’s convinced he’s going to leave her.  You’re the one that asked him to leave, I don’t say, and she tells me he’s sworn he won’t go looking for nooses in the crawlspace under the house.  She doesn’t believe him. The shell of his childhood is stripped bare, couches and crocheted blankets and thick, oily paintings removed from inside, pulled out like  intestines.  We find whisky bottles in the back of the cabinet, and  she cries even though they’re years and years old, covered in dust. We smash them in a trash can and throw the remains away like dirty water, pitch it into  the sea. She says she hates the taste of vermouth, and breaks the martini glasses on the counter. We are standing in a glass house, now, tiptoeing around the shards. I take apart kitschy knickknacks to pass the time, pull the screws out of their backs and straighten the pieces, rub my thumb over the patina and wonder what’s hidden underneath the wicker.

This is amazing.