Climb the highest mountain, punch the face of god

A typical conversation between father and daughter

I remember god
From the first time
I ceased to be...

Dad calls.
Suicide watch;
I haven't been myself.
He hasn't heard from me
In an entire day.
Give or take
A few hours.

He asks of how I'm feeling.
I say I'm fine.
I'm not all there yet,
I was attempting
To fall into
The dream world
When his call jarred
Me back to life.

He asks how work is.
It's fine, I respond and
When that answer
Doesn't seem to satisfy,
I go through my day
Until it seems as though
I've made a point.

He continues talking
As though I were
All there.

He asks if I've
Eaten dinner yet and
I tell him
I'll cross that bridge
WHen I get to it.

At this point,
Tears spring
From my eyes without
Warning, rhyme or reason,
While dad rambles on
About something
I didn't quite catch
And the whereabouts
Of his favorite son,
(his only son).

He hits me with
A few more questions.
I spew some last minute
Answers before we hang up.

I wonder if he ever feels as
Useless as I always feel.

March 2 2009


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