i am going to see my dad tomorrow
i will sit on the gray armchair and he will sit on the couch
and my therapist
shell say
how do you feel
how was your week
why is your dad here
how did your dad hurt you
and i will have to use words
actual words
words that i cant string togther becuase nothing makes sense
how can a father hate his own
how can he hold out on his love for his blood
how can he not help me breathe
how can he not...