08/02/2014

Talk about nothing
in particular: humid
Mondays, my father,

 

his new job, (silent
love), retirement bores,
hard click ’til next week.

AUTHOR'S NOTE:

What spurned this poem–two haikus–was a mundane weekly phone call with my father. I was thinking about how the short form can, and how cliche this seems saying it aloud, really work if it takes on the subject of absence; here, the (silent love) said-but-not-said between father and son on the telephone.

BIO:

D. Gilson is the author of Crush (Punctum Books, 2014), with Will Stockton; Brit Lit (Sibling Rivalry, 2013); and Catch & Release (2012), winner of the Robin Becker Prize (Seven Kitchens, 2012). His work has appeared or is forthcoming in Poetry, The Indiana Review, and The Rumpus. Find D. at dgilson.com.
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