my Father’s skin is splotchy and loose
(like keith richards’), His eyes are not dull
but distant

i remember Him being lifted that night
by wires strung through His cheeks
raising Him to his feet and toes
almost dancing

i was lifted too, by wires in my brow
amazed by the living i didn’t know He had

my mother was sunk in the lazy boy
chin to chest, like He does usually
“God. that was awful. He’s drunk!”

i should have seen the divorce coming

the day your partner forgets
why Bob Dylan is so great
you might as well leave
 

 
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