Suppose we were there for some event
we did not want in on or did. Faith flung
so hard, the cage I felt around me was
no cage, just fear, in a summer-long wither;
10.
Dad, you look like a doll I wouldn’t want to play with, boxed in your casket. The mortician tried to paint you pretty. I wanted to be pretty, too, but mom says makeup is inappropriate for funerals.
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In the house there were always two
white deep freezers packed pretty
decent with red meat. Deer season,
I’m without body but forming in the latticework
of blood cell and fret. Each threat pulls me upward
tempting and building me until my spine lifts into a column,
I put a poem
in your backup jewelry box,
the one you keep
at the bottom of the taxes from 2003
in order to foil the inevitable burglars,
Up ahead it’s white. Snow animal,I’m running at your back. I’ve failed to tell youI’ve been hungry all this time, to tell you
Everywhere I look I see him,I have a right to fear for him,
though I have no right to claim his color.His blackness is his to own and what will
my mouth say of that sweetness.
1. Dad, Don’t Be That Guy
2. Dad, Quoting the Wikipedia Isn’t Gospel
3. Dad, I’m Going to Take Those Away
4. Dad, I Warned You
Who’d have thought this wine made from the flowers of wild gorsewould turn out so well? How were the flowers ever convinced to give up so much