I
wrote a poem Daddy
you
raised up your head
looked
up from your love
looked
up from your gin
another
poem about death
you said
what
do you know about
death
you
said
what
do you know about life
what
do you know about writing
you
said
you
have to go out in
the world
and
live
but
I was not an idea you had Daddy
I'm not an idea that you had
I
wrote a poem Daddy
a poem
about life
I learned
how to write
by cutting
off pieces
and
burning off skin
I
wrote a poem Daddy
in ashes and spit
I
wrote a poem
with gin on its breath
I woke with the living
and slept with the dead
Daddy I wrote a poem
do you like it