Poem : 'the fathers of my friends'
the fathers of my friends the fathers of my friends take them to parks and thanksgiving day parades. my father takes me to the ocean, bars and graves. the ocean swelling and emptying like a woman giving birth. the black rose bar lit with the dying sun. cocoon-like it embraces and shields us from the garish light. the graves of ancestors whom i've never met enveloped in the oblivion of sleep.