Remittal
Dear father,
who is in heaven
if heaven is as hallowed
as they say.
I miss you and remiss you
every day,
meaning that
I miss you again
and again
but still spend
myself
as if time were money,
a currency that could be
accumulated, counterfeit,
newly engraved;
ever asking you,
who knew better,
to help me stop.
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A sort of poem for Grapeling’s prompt on With Real Toads to “get listed.” In this prompt, Grapeling asks us to use homonym-type words or words that have different meanings. I hate to direct interpretations of a poem but I’m including the word father as one of these, as I feel like the poem is directed more to my personal father than a grander one, but not sure that meaning comes across. The above photo is not really synced to the poem, but was taken recently at my house in upstate New York. This is a second story room, ice on the windows–you can see a speck of tree at the top.
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