Late night movies
Netflix is full of movies about fathers
in arm chair recliners watching tv,
beer after beer in brown necked bottles.
I watch the movies
loving the son and hating the father
and filling a glass
and filling a glass. And watching tv
and watching the glass. And pouring a glass.
and pouring a glass. And welling the tears
and barring the tears.
But this is not my life.
It is only me talking in my sleep
and you wondering what language I speak
to men on tv before I come to bed.
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the interweaving current
of this: so damn good
Thank you, Jim.
Wonderful sad poem. I didn’t see the end coming.
Thank you. The ending came out of my husband telling me I had been singing in my sleep last night in another language.
I love the repetive nature of this and the haunting ending. Well done!
Linda, Thank you.