My Dad is recovering from major heart surgery.

We might not want to but we do

Please don’t cry

Dad’s don’t cry

like the Queen cursing

or the Pope

shopping

a child molestor

some things don’t fit

so please don’t cry

I know you’re crying

Dad

I walk past your bedroom

hearing you sob, letting it go

I imagine her bathroom

hearing her shout, fuck me Phillip

you’ve left the lid up again