October Poem 29:  A Stagnant Pool

A lid with straw floats

Against the weed and earth dam

Gathering the creek.

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September Poem 9: The Foster Father Tango

What? Is that what you

Think? So are you just stupid

Or are you also

 

Misinterpreting

The situation too? It’s

A stare. She is in

 

The corner but still

Continuing to act out.

It’s a stare. Like the

 

One you give your wife

Before you beat her up. Or

Is it like the one

 

She gives you before

She punches you in the eye?

She has told me that

 

You are not a man.

She has told me that you lay

Curled in the fetal

 

Position and cry

Until she stops hitting you.

Do you want something

 

Damning, you dipshit?

Look at your daughter when you

Raise your voice. Did you

 

See that? Did you see

Her hunch? And the fear behind

The red eyed tears? Did

 

You see the way she

Acts out her emotional

Problems you inflict?

 

You didn’t. You just

Heard that I stare at her when

She misbehaves and

 

Threaten to give her

More time in the corner. And

You decide to call

 

Me a pervert. And

You expect to be believed

I guess you just don’t

 

Understand the motives

Of any adult human

Who won’t punch a child.