Untitled father poem II

by Tim Loveday

father father father > here is how a rock breaks a window & leaves a note in the same sentence > a lacquer hearted wit with too many stains to still call itself timber > a sunset we trace by erasing it > how the body > if we can call it that > enacts a poem then > a liberal contortion > the window both open & broken simultaneously > father father father > we carried ourselves in our wake > this reclamation > this ownership > whose pain was pain then > whose wasn’t > we woke to the wake > we woke up > we named ourselves the sum total of our wreck > here is how a rock breaks a window & leaves a note in the same sentence >