In childhood, your father’s name is DAD
Now grown, maybe with children of your own
But his name is still DAD
DAD, the teacher, the consoler, the advisor
Admonishes: “Drive safe” and “Save your Money”
Today he’s the bard
“This is like prison,” DAD laments while rolling his eyes
Tubes like thin plastic chains tether his deflated body
to blinking panels; paintings (factory printed ones)
pretend the hospital room is more than just a sterile space
Today, DAD’s eyes cast a faraway gaze, projecting
And I see the characters in his story
I see the 10 year old boy he describes, who snuck to stash a set
Of English Composition Texts in the boy’s bathroom
To escape Mrs. McElroy’s Fourth Grade course in Morose Poetry
I see the thin, sandy blond, 6 foot 2 high school rabblerouser
Who broke into the Vice Principal’s old Fiat
And buried Stilton cheese in the dashboard
All done on a sweltering May school day
The anecdote is punctuated with a smirk and a: “Who would do a thing like that?”
Stories of when he spotted a shy brunette at the dance and knew
Knew he was to marry her;
Stories of when his own DAD grasped his infant grandson’s dimpled hand
Before giving in to complications of a heart attack
The bard stops and exhales a sigh
He cringes in his crinkled skin
Sunken eyes squeeze close “I’m sorry”
the nausea interrupts his tale “These drugs are…”
“It’s okay. Take your time” I console, trying to comfort the pain in the room
Now I’m the consoler, taking on the job to ameliorate
Now this man, vulnerable in his suffering, is no longer DAD
Now mortal, a child, a brother, a lover, a patient
A man chained by the body’s sickness
He is distilled by chemo
reduced to a soul, who, through affliction,
Forgets
As his children remember
He is as helpless in this life as we are.
Jun 17, 2016
Jun 17, 2016 at 12:38 AM UTC
Regret, I know the most
Someone find me
a man to help me forget the other
Man, named Mistake
The walking guilt
I know guilt
The knowing, wishing you didn't know
The wishing,
Denial that life before
Is the life now
The wistful obsession
Trying to make the vase unbroken
Jun 2, 2016
Jun 2, 2016 at 11:33 PM UTC
I want to kiss you
Just for the sake of your lips
Caressing my lips
Just for the sake
of your God-blessed breath
Breathed into my body
I want to press on you
Just for the sake of your scent
Of sunshine and cream
Just for the sake
of my nose inhaling your neck
Carving you into my mind
I want to be swaddled with you
Blended into blankets
Melted into your skin
Just for the sake
of sipping in your mellowed pulse
Calming my blood
May 16, 2016
May 16, 2016 at 8:41 PM UTC