Written by Alma Mark-Fong
Edited by Emerald Liu
Fathers are only people
They are neither gods nor heroes
Even you, once Achilles in her eyes
Must possess a tragic flaw
But you
Have been a walking catastrophe
Promises of reconciliation resulting in
All late appearances and half-hearted smiles Those too
far and few between
But she’ll hang on to your every word
And forgive you of your trespasses
until the poison of your manipulation
makes her ears bleed
It’s easy to make her forget
And sew fabric patches over open wounds
She’ll hold gauze to the blood and grit her teeth Because she’s always made it through
and she will make it now
Still
She’ll hold you close to her heart
In a rusty locket
Left unopened for so long
She no longer remembers what’s inside
She hasn’t the heart to kill your memory
Instead, hot tears will soothe her aching body And she’ll imagine her veins and skin are lined with steel While she chokes on the grief that threatens to drown her
After all
fathers are only people