What haunts me is my father’s death
and the fear that my memories of him will
clog my heart up.
Not long after his wake I became unemployed,
got a divorce, had to move to a studio,
and stopped going to the cafes
no matter how good their French roast.
I changed in ways I didn’t ask for.
Now even simple things seem to have grown
as hard as his arteries.
Lucky for me I can see the negative side of
pretty much anything.