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.
15 May 2017