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My Father is Asleep

Saurabh Rai
Mar 19, 2020
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There he is

his face hidden in his arms

pages of newspaper peering from under his belly

the old habit of his

reading and passing on to sleep,

lying like a well fed python.

When he is like this

I want to go over and put my head on his back

Make a big ‘T’ of two people

and just lie there until he wakes up

but I don’t.

I have an image in my head that I did something like that

when I was younger

it could be true.


Sometimes I bulge up with anger

and I want to lay all my darkness at his feet

every fucking argument, every fucking fight

plays before my eyes,

my anger and despair boils over

I wish you weren't my father, I scream

ignorant, prejudiced, stupid and weak


I am screaming less,

I am screaming less often..

he is graying in that slow decaying fashion

which tells you: it is now futile,

keep your accusations to yourself, this litigation is over

I fear he is less today than yesterday

the light in him burning out

like a radioactive element disintegrating

I am afraid, and

I feel like a moron.


Time is flying like the clouds in summer

I am the way I am,

and he is the way he is

standing at the opposite edges of a great chasm

that is getting wider,

I wish we would wave.

I wish we would make up a happy memory together

before the inertia kills us both.

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