08-14-2012, 09:45 PM
Can't Let Go
To Dad, who threatened to take
the next bus to Milwaukee
and kill me
when I wouldn't reveal
where Mom lived.
To Mike, the company president
whose idea of telling me
I bored him
was to leave a gallon of
melting vanilla ice cream
on my desk.
To Mark, the team captain
who asked me if my
father's name, Dong,
was the Korean
equivalent
of Dick.
I don't want to die bitter
but my wild mind
trots out your offenses
and I mouth curses on you
and my heart becomes a
black and sour raisin.
To Dad, who threatened to take
the next bus to Milwaukee
and kill me
when I wouldn't reveal
where Mom lived.
To Mike, the company president
whose idea of telling me
I bored him
was to leave a gallon of
melting vanilla ice cream
on my desk.
To Mark, the team captain
who asked me if my
father's name, Dong,
was the Korean
equivalent
of Dick.
I don't want to die bitter
but my wild mind
trots out your offenses
and I mouth curses on you
and my heart becomes a
black and sour raisin.