when my father worked late,
the war movies always
found a way onto our screen
There really wasn't room for popcorn,
but the blankets made the belly empty.
We had left that basement again
and left the blankets out.
He was tired,
my father, but he was nice.
He smelled like the office
and the way I smell after a long car ride
We could always see that he was taller than our house,
but our home was always tall enough
for no worries, to worry would be foolish
but a fool is one who has known no love.
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