I have mourned—that I have lost a book-
mark of sentimental value—one
I picked up—at a bookstore called—
Ten Directions—in Taos—where Dad
& I had driven one weekend—the
drive in Grandpa’s old red Chevy pick-
up—when Dad said—get this—his
family was only dysfunctional—when
they drank—otherwise all was fine!—
this from a man—who had found his
mother naked in—the bathtub—&
whose father—the aforementioned Grand-
pa—had, rampaging—forced Dad, his
mother, & sister—to spend Xmas Eve
in the backyard—in a tent—a var-
iation on—the Holy Family—I suppose—
the bookmark showed—Hotei
pointing at the—moon—it meant
a lot to me—& I lost it—then it
occurred to me—a few days ago—as I
looked up—out the window—of my
shed—that I had missed the—point—
the bookmark—was just—a finger—
itself—pointing to the—moon