Daddy not Father
had the same man over tonight
half flacid half aroused was he
the type of package you know
was to be envied in its heyday
last time he told me “call me daddy”
the same week my own father died
this time we didn’t even come at all
this time an uber came early, early
i put the knife back under the bed
turn off someone else’s bad sex playlist
i bounce around my own house screaming
i reach for the ceiling in his absence
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This last line had me wondering, for whom is the poet/narrator reaching for? There’s remarkable tension in your poem here, particularly in the construction of the second stanza …
Kevin
a brave and challenging story. expressed in strong detail, not a superfluous word on the page. interesting/surprising that is told in a measured form – a container for the unexpected.