i.
I watch my cigarette make the water and step from the dock onto my father’s boat. a large fish moves from beneath it and I sense the fish is of a tearful species of fish and sense that to it my father’s boat was a shadow. alas, fish, I am trying to know the first thing about boats.
ii.
my father makes it hard for the cops because he isn’t hurting anyone. he avails himself of the dense novel and uses his ***** to camouflage the riding horse. he goes headlong up the slide and enters a realm where he is embraced for blowing a tooth from his nose. by the time he’s using the seesaw as a surfboard, he feels the cops haven’t had enough.
iii.
my father is asleep on his back with a book across his chest and my sister nudges me like it’s never happened. I ask her what she sees and she sees a man missing his glasses because they are on his face. for me, it takes two fathers to begin the long process of choosing an epitaph.
iv.
I cannot mention my brother without mentioning how in that old farmhouse he saw a ghost leaning over the bathtub wearing nothing but a yellow rain slicker and how he used ten of his eleven years to push my father down the stairs while screaming don’t look don’t look
enough to make ****** mary jealous. also how brother denied it later and called it a joke but I knew better because after the sighting I began to see my brother everywhere which made it easy for me to be there for my mother.
v.
presence is a petition.