Namesake, Anthony Rintala
Namesake With whispers clenched between their toes, my parents leapt into the night, stealing their fathers’ names to my crib. One of them paused audibly when I answered the phone, rolling my name in his mouth. The other rolled up sleeves bronzed from polishing bars, exposed palms that beat on locked doors, tugged […]
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