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The Widow on Opening Day photo

From the couch corner where 
his ass has crafted a killer dent
for the better part of a week,
my father begins shouting insane cuss words
at no one in particular – 
titty fucker bang bang, cunty whore crotch soup,
shouts them until the crowded room begins to clear,
sad, crater-eyed mourners in black and occasional hues of blue
moving like cattle towards the kitchen 
where they’ll graze on cheese cubes and fizzy gin.
Dad, now grinning, turns on WGN
and fishes a beer from his beat up Coleman,
Harry Caray’s giddy gibberish filling the room
as he cracks open a Bud and sucks sour bubbles from the oozing wound.


image: Matt Mitchell