Father’s Day

If I had a dick

I would have made a

great

father

The last you have of me

is pig tailed dna

and that last placenta pill

I kept in y(our) freezer

so sentimental

I never popped it

a red balloon

now I

float

here

alone

when she makes you get rid of it

what metaphorical

life

blood

bleeds out

basking

in the

undead

never said

miscarriage

on the

mattress

you’ve fucked

the last

ten

on

and happy

day

to the men

I made

fathers

to the bloody mess

we

made

and those

beautiful

babies

I cannot find my father’s

phone number

to call

and say

thank you for teaching me how to

dream

I am so sorry

I never learned

how

sans

somnambulance