Today's poem is by Rebecca Morgan Frank
Patriarch
The father is the mother of absence. Ina,
Ina. Ina means Mama, means mother, meansa fly bite can take a life. Seedy fragile eyes
sit above a foul-mouthed fluttering. Whyshoo fly, shoo. It's the little things that do
by erasure. A missing hem, an updo, youcan't recall what fell from her hair: blossoms
and pins, her skin the color of cocoa cooledby powdered milk. A delicacy too hot for an
island she never left. He'd get her gifts, he'dcome back soon. Papa means tatay, means
the way you speak or be spoken to. He brokea man, he shot a man, he had a man stomped
on. Don't do wrong. Don't slap back. Snap.Half of you is half of her, and half of her and
half of you is all him. Don't let him in the bloodand skin. Pinch the baby's bottom and say no,
Daddy, no. I won't come home to death.
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from Harvard Review
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