obedient son


dingy , under – lit , damp restaurant .
only one Kid in there , he thinKs .
hard to see across the room w / all
the lingering cigarette smoKe .
obedient son
learn / d to shut the fucK up
after the third
cigarette was push / d against
his jogging pants underneath
the table .
” big boys don ‘ t cry , ”
dad remind / d him
w / a smirK .
he ‘ d read every word
of that paper , for hours
waiting for me to complain .
smacK .

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