I AM ANGRY BECAUSE OF MY FATHER

I am angry because of my father. Because he would come home Wrinkled from work, And slam the door so hard the house would shiver. I am angry because of my father. Because his furrowed brow Repeats itself in my Punnett square And opens the curtains On my forehead. I am angry because of my father. I can hold a grudge like it’s a hand. I throw my watch on my nightstand. I am a worthless smudge On the floor, in the rug In the kingdom of the almighty God who will judge Me as hard as She can, ’Causе I won’t love a man Unless he is angry Bеcause of my father.