October 2008 / Volume 8 / Issue Three
Justin Hyde
for the drunken failure he was

dad never once
missed a day
of work

which is more
than i can claim
on another fake sick-day
sitting on a beanbag chair
downtown library
with carver
and two
flasks.

if we had
anything to do with each other
old man
i'd drink you
under a bar-stool

i'd tell you
i remember
how sometimes
on the way out the door
to the bar
you'd playfully grab my wrist

just so

making my hand
slam shut into
a fist

the ten bucks
i stole
from mom's purse
to buy that spring-loaded
forearm-strengthener
from dan kamn thinking

maybe

if i ever could
get my hand open

you'd
stick around.
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