my father's kites

I did not expect this to be so emotional. Honestly, I just expected to be a reading that I would find some sort interesting. I had to leave because it hit a nerve. This was a reading in the campus center by Alison Joseph she read some of her poems from her book, My Father’s Kite’s She mentioned her dad died alone so she had to go retrieve his stuff, we a couple of years ago, my dad died alone and I was in her position. She kind of gave us a clue of her poem, by saying “his credit cards are in a plastic case,” this hit her will doing a conference. During funeral arrangements, all I could think about where, “his business cards are in a chef’s case.” Everyone in the lecture hall all sat there in inspired amazement at her ability to form these works of art in writing. I was sitting there thinking; she is not writing from her experience, she is writing from mine. I was freaked out. I started distracting myself from this thought and focusing in on her technical terms, such as pentameter. All this was going on in her life and to her family and all she can think about is how looks on paper is. Then again, I did the same thing but with paintings. I have been telling people about this book since.