Palavras lidas #524

Forgiveness
by Christopher Soto

for Dad

I’m writing you
         10 years later
     & 2,000 miles
                   Away from
     Our silence
My mouth a cave
             That had collapsed
      I’m writing
While you
You wear the
             Hospital gown &
      count failures
Such as the body’s
Inability to rise
         I see your fingers
Fumbling in the
      Pillbox as if
         Earthquakes are in
Your hands
           I think it’s time
For us to abandon
Our cruelties
         For us to speak
So    s  o  f   t
We’re barely
          Human.