the wraith of the 1 p.m. nap

bathroom stall squeaked white

in high rise, 

quaked 

toothpaste stained 

sink

dim lit 

you under covers,
hiding, 

your face peeking out   like a crumb

you’re my father 

but you are also, 

my burden

} temblor {

feet ripen into suckers

grounded,

heaving

holding,

the burden 

in his bed,

and my heart is nowhere near

a sway

I am a branch in this turbulence

my heart still nowhere near

staggering

bending

you wrestle with me in your thoughts, 

it’s so loud in your head 

i am in there and 

i can’t stand the smell of it

you are my father 

but you are also my burden

i want my heart back, 

i watch the city explode below 

no sound

the panic is silent

and you, 

you are on the bed

unadorned 

and unworried,

unapologetic

it’s a shame 

how you are locked in place

and I stagger

and bend

and my heart is nowhere near

you are my burden

and my heart is somewhere near

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