WE DON’T TALK ABOUT MY DAD By C.G. Myth

WE DON’T TALK ABOUT MY DAD

Drink number one is always at the office

So are drinks two through six
He makes his way home
Stumbles through the door
Pulls out the vodka


Ashes on the porch


Cigar smoke in the air


The next one is lit with a blowtorch


His shirt covered in holes
You would never know


he’s a wealthy businessman


With a white Picket wife
Or a child
With two large dogs in tow


They live on a little plot of farmland


Where nothing ever grows
The drugs seep into the soil


The smoke clogs the air


Daughter bleeds among


the wildflowers
Her dad’s addictions


Are chemical warfare
Her lungs
Black, Brooding


Consistency of wet charcoal


A rainbow child


Barely still breathing;
Never to be whole

By C.G. Myth

Biography

I am a partner to my girlfriend, Eliana, and a parent to my odd, anxious dog, Sammy. I am the social media director at the Talon Review. I’ll earn a BA from the University of North Florida in spring 2021, and begin my pursuit of an MFA from Stetson University in summer 2021. My poetry and short stories won the Sullivan Writing Scholarship.

One thought on “WE DON’T TALK ABOUT MY DAD By C.G. Myth

Leave a Reply to c.g.myth Cancel reply