when your father disappears

father sleeps all day
on the couch

i tip-toe down the stairs
in a white cotton
dress
and my fingers
tracing the railing
that is
cold and hard.

i open my mouth
to speak
but his snores sound
violent
and i sound
weak

when he wakes up,
he tells me
to go away
and i fumble down
another step
hoping i'll
sprain my ankle

i want to know
if we're eating dinner.

he says,
go heat up the 2 day old
sandwich i barely even remember
eating. maybe a bite
i'm too tired to think
of cooking
and i know he won't
care if i do.

but--

but before i know it,
father is asleep
again




Poetry by anguisette
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Written on 2008-09-28 at 05:10

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