~for my father~*

I remember when we repaired
that computer
for no reason, and
with little to no experience.
I treated it like a school project,
circled it, called friends, talked about it.
I was a shark.
You treated it like old stairs, and took
power tools to it until the screen
could stand again.
Hallelujah. We were a miracle.
And after it all,
I remember letting the electricity flow
into it. You and I didn’t breathe.
This was our metaphor
when it lit up and welcomed us.