Absentfathers Stories

The heartwarming, but not heartfelt, epitaph for an absent father. In a fog of dissociation and disbelief, surrounded by raw and authentic grief, the poet has created a piece guaranteed to ring vitally true for everyone except herself.

''I'll tell you one thing though, Robby will never have to feel that way again, or resort to trusting you, I'll make sure of it,'' ''You're sure about that?'' ''I'm sure,'' Johnny promises through gritted teeth. ''On the other hand, I thought I'd told you to shut the fuck up by now. You dimwitted old man, you dragged my goddamned son into this. My son,'' ''It's a bit late to get all protective now isn't it?'' Kreese queries head tilting in faux innocence. ''Besides what can I say the boy needed somewhere to stay, clearly you weren't there to provide that. So I did, It didn't have to be this way, Robby didn't have to get hurt,'' Johnny disregards Kreese, shaking Robby, The kid's head lulls back and forth.