#alchoholism
Some memories dissolve
Like sugar in hot coffee
Some crawl back
Like a man hanging from a cliff
I have two fathers
They look alike
One calls me every day after work
Asks when I’m coming home
If I’m alright or falling
Simple care, like a father should
The other comes for a week
A week like hell
Long enough to go sane and crazy
Breath sour with cheap whiskey
Boyish, immature
Sad and grumpy
Mocking everything I do
Mind flies like a rocket
But the mouth can’t keep up
Can be insulting
Once was pysical too
But words hurt more
No — what hurts
Is having two fathers
Wishing the first
Would last a little longer
Now wicked genetics plays its game
I’m made like this too
Two parts of one
May 4
May 4, 2026 at 12:53 PM UTC