My father used to be a stranger
occupying the same four walls I sheltered in
Occasionally offering me a tea
But forgetting I don’t drink milk.
He introduced me to the feeling of rage.
A mechanical voice box goading chemical reactions,
My catalyst, if you will.
Now we drink oat lattes together
And swear to fill the silence,
But it’s comfortable.
And when he messing up acronyms,
I correct him.
Oct 1, 2021
Oct 1, 2021 at 10:45 AM UTC
My father used to be a stranger
occupying the same four walls I sheltered in
Occasionally offering me a tea
But forgetting I don’t drink milk.
He introduced me to the feeling of rage.
A mechanical voice box goading chemical reactions,
My catalyst, if you will.
Now we drink oat lattes together
And swear to fill the silence,
But it’s comfortable.
And when he messing up acronyms,
I correct him.
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