father fracture figure
has embarrassed us
again.
He digs
through
garbage
to salvage
our trash;
rotted beef
and
things
he values
more than us.
climb in,
father.
enjoy the heap
of fetid
refuse
to which we've
tossed you,
useless
sewage.
while you
park
in our pile
of waste,
see if you
can find
the last
of our hopes
from
years ago.
did you find
the
thanks
for years
of adviseless
crisis
and the ass
you'd
rather pick at
than have
a family?
you disgrace me.
replaced
me.
and all the dreams
I placed on repeat
of the things you
could be
are gone
to the
garbage.
they weren't
worth
your
trash forage,
and only
my forgiveness
will get me
far
away
from you.
