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maybe this will explain my taste in men

When Dad busted my face open

I got to stay home from

school, watched cartoons

all day like a goddamn king.

Dad called in sick,

icing his damaged fist

with frozen peas & meat.

Overheard him on

the phone with his boss:

Broke my hand yesterday

playing ball with the kids.

Can you believe it?

I caught a fastball, no glove.

My own damn fault.

I’ll get those blueprints

to you tomorrow morning,

first thing.

Poor Dad. When he hung up

he squeezed my shoulder

& winked. Just after lunch,

there was a knock on the door.

I peeped through the blinds

with my one good eye, saw

a blonde in a nurse’s uniform.

Dad opened the door & howled

as she sang him a high-pitched

song, bending at the waist

to show off her tits.

At the end of it, she handed him

a catcher’s mitt with a

get-well card.

The boys at the office

sure look after me!

he roared, shaking his

head in disbelief

then handed me

the remote so I,

too, could

know love.