This picture is for DE. And for my father, who murdered himself on September 3, 2005, 5 days after he stopped turning the days on this daily calendar. This little calendar used to be on my father's desk but today it is in my cupboard where -- as Auden said -- a crack in the tea cup opens a lane to the land of the dead. Between August 29, 2005, and noontime on September 3, 2005, my father saw this date on his calendar and knew that it was a date of departure, or release, or of what I do not know. I know that he turned the dates over on this calendar every single day but he let it spin in this idleness when his plan to leave us was confirmed.

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