The moon
shines its face.
The riptide sweeps my father away.
He does not look back, does not
see me making changes,
necessary changes,
doing better.
It’s okay to look now, Daddy,
getting thinner.
I promise to be good. Please
see me, make me okay. Daddy, come back.
I-love-you-I-
hate-you-I-don’t-give-a-shit.
Go ahead disappear
drown in your vice
I will be fine
you will be thin
I will be here
waiting.