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She drinks her whiskey straight
like her daddy did—it makes
her feel close to him.
He left during the winter.
She sits where he used to
every afternoon,
watching the setting sun
bring cold days to their end.
Blanket bunched
around her shoulders,
she drowns herself,
the silence carrying
her daddy’s voice.
like her daddy did—it makes
her feel close to him.
He left during the winter.
She sits where he used to
every afternoon,
watching the setting sun
bring cold days to their end.
Blanket bunched
around her shoulders,
she drowns herself,
the silence carrying
her daddy’s voice.
Literature
why did you gamble that night daddy? (remember)
I.)
winter tendrils
choked a child in the
back-room as they watched
the storms collide -
splintered wood and burning
fire steamed their father's
glasses (they saw the devil
in his soul that night)
II.)
and shaking hands could
not write fast enough to spill
the hurt, the lakes dried
up when they got a counsellor who
talked about magazines instead
of why parents gamble and why
they stole the other's credit card
(but most of all, please take away
the guilt they feel for not asking
him to stay home instead of playing
cards)
III.)
the smashed doors were rebuilt
but never opened to a child that
was just another statistic,
their parents think t
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weekends and cigarette smoke
I knew my father in weekends and cigarette smoke
the two cases of Budweiser he shared with a friend
more often than I wanted him too
I knew what it tasted like because I used to drink it
out of a child size Maple Leafs novelty mug,
coveted by my siblings and I
I remember my tip jar that had been a joke
because I knew my way around twist offs and bottle openers;
the plastic yellow cup, wearing a card reading "tips,"
only housed dimes and nickels
until I got a toonie from TJ because "I was pretty"
I also remember the car ride after those two cases
where I, at age ten or eleven or twelve, didn't know if I was
going home to see my mom ag
Literature
Letter from a drug addict's wife
Maybe you should
stick me in
your pill bottle;
it seems that's
where you keep
what you love
most.
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This is a stunning piece. I love the powerful imagery you presented through so few words.
Well done!
Well done!