My father was so blitzed
he couldn’t get the coins
in the slot of the cigarette machine,
they kept dropping
to the linoleum and he kept
bending over to pick them up
and the high school girls
working the burger joint
started laughing at him
so I took steps backwards
to put distance between us
and saw from my new vantage point
the split in his pants
grow like a sideways smile,
white teeth and everything,
grinning again and again
as I kept retreating
until I couldn’t see
anything more of him.