It is hard and true my father smokes/drinks/works so hard and we’ve

seen his kidneys in the rich light of his bloody body seen his skin peeled

and pinned have said goodbye once have passed him the pills that keep

him together keeps him with us sweet white liquid mixed in milk I used

to splice his pornos so they’d get stuck in the video come home later than

me as confused about what is good what is high conduct appropriate

feminine masculine man father husband keeping the whore the virgin

separate I am Athena head-born to you don’t die dad don’t die you’ve not

seen what I can do this is the last minute the last choice chooses to

burn drown come Jimmy Dean Jimmy Dean oci da katso na skaso laughs

he laughs at things still gets giddy and awed I am a different joy sober

contentment home family sits beside his wife watching sit com sit com

oddity sit still straight where I can see you old man old old bald sick

terminal man your grave is dug sit so we can measure and commiserate

wouldn’t hurt you to exercise If my dad could talk really really talk as

well as he taught his girl he’d say fuck that fuck you oci da katso na skaso

the heart will beat till he unplugs it with his own trembling hand

trembles with cold fear thin thin blood and laughter