Father’s Day, 2018
Say I am pre-corpse, a first draft at fertilizer,
say that all attempts to capture my presence alive
are in root. Speak and do me the honor of mis-
remembering. You are in the garden working,
the bittersweet vines have overtaken the yard again.
I do not laugh at these improbables. I cannot
make a sound true enough. Here, you are a gentle man,
a caretaker with no fuses. Here, when the earth
Give me the wood with the bark on it.
Some of that real, raw Truth-Speak.
I won’t be trapped in amber,
suspended in fossils of what we mean
to one another.
I won’t wear our memories
like costumes for dress-up forever,
happy to reimagine I am the woman
you or all men want—Helen of Troy, or
Miss Baker, our high school History teacher.
My mind swirls with the force of self, worries
whirlpooling inward until he collides with me
the small blond boy running down/ Cambridge street,
his tiny cold fingers clutch a clear plastic bag/ pregnant with water,
a blur of deep blue suspended
in a translucent womb.
His bundled body vibrates with care to give.
He imagines flakes to feed, an empty bowl
to appoint with pebbles and plastic grass, does/ not sense
the man chasing after as though the child/ might outrun his father’s love—
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