pity

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the man of the house
at twice my age plus sixteen
he dabbles in stock investments
in the expanse of his early retirement
but mostly i see him news scrolling.
when middle-aged and struggling
he said¬†life’s a rigged game
he gave up then, settled on the couch
with his excuse to raise me
my mother the sole breadwinner
the newly appointed matriarch
rightfully so, she dealt with patients
came home cooked and cleaned and
criticized him with her newfound voice
that he loathed – he raised me to be
financially independent but decreed
i not move out until i marry.
an antiquated being
he kept me close i burned him too
even his spit could not subdue my fire.
insular he rigged his own fate
alone and waiting
the man of the house.

home run

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it’s our weekend so we go to the batting cages
i try not to think about next weekend
dad’s supposed to take me to six flags
but right now we’re here, the batting cages
it’s our time but the last session ballers hover
dad’s polite reminding then asking
they’re kids my age but they have each other
when they feign listening i have my dad’s back
he rattles the cage  warning jumping in
average height but his ego looms
verbal thrashing at the tip of his tongue
the boys hurry along and then
it’s just me and dad at the batting cages

desensitized

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backyard symphony of cacophony
cymbals clap on table
proud trumpets discordant
pitches sharp unwavering
i cover my ears i can still hear
crescendo end is close
petering storm out finish
but its the doorbell chime interruption
composing sweet melody in unison
alone the bow scrapes the strings
i see but i don’t anymore

abstemious

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i made a deal with faith
to fast in exchange for more time
with the cute boy in my grade
i asked for us to share
at least three classes together
so i could flaunt my academic prowess
allure him intellectually
when it came true the less i ate
the more sleepy i became
my academic acme in jeopardy
i gave up my foolhardy request
to devour a cheeseburger
preserving my valedictorian prestige