Hey

Hey dad

holidays are uncomfortable rituals
that i don't feel like performing.

thank you.

tonight, i miss you.
you're somewhere in New Mexico...
i imagine you have a huge porch
with your 2 story house.
i imagine a full yard with dogs and no trash.
you're so clean
clean clean
wearing your sports t-shirts and a bald head
and your leg brace
(that -that -i can never forget)

do you still listen to Led Zeppelin in your garage
late at night?
where you sit in your chair and stare up at the sky?

i'm looking up there tonight
waiting to hear your hymns

i promise
i will keep my ears open this time.