they'd have remote control
boats and planes out at
hannen lake,
grandpa and i'd drive down from blairstown
back his suburban towards shore
sit on the tailgate with a pair of
binoculars,
wwI planes were his favorite
while we ate tuna fish sandwiches grandma
packed in the cooler he'd explain
how a dutch engineer had
designed it so the gun fired at the exact second
the propeller was out of the way
if it wasn't for the fact that he had
shit for brains he'd
like to have designed planes like
that or even flown em
"something important"
he said
without
knowing how things were at home
how
it got real bad between mom and dad and
i'd stuff pillows over my head
close my eyes
pretending he was my dad.