Deadlines

15 May 2017

The day my father threatened to kill me—
mother forbade me to see him.

When I was twelve, I passed the exam
everyone expected I’d have failed.

Ecstatic, I found father in Negril.
I hadn’t seen him in years. He took me
to his neighbours and called me son.

In Sav–la–Mar, he bought textbooks
and uniforms, crammed receipts into my pocket,

said he has never spent as much
on any of his children.

Some nights I dream of Sav—
of father drawing deadlines

on the Styrofoam box:

the year he expected me to repay;
the consequence if I did not.

This entry was posted in 81: NEW CARIBBEAN and tagged . Bookmark the permalink.

Related Posts:

  • No Related Posts Found

Comments are closed.

Please read Cordite's comments policy before joining the discussion.