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.