Wednesday, January 13, 2016

Sunrise with Sea Monsters

by Catherine Graham

Wide awake like a parent or spouse, 
the worry having caterpillared 
down my spine crawls
into my mouth: where were you?

He stands at the front door,
a breathalyzer sticker on his chest.
Floating letters glean—
He did not pass. 

Downcast, he stares at my fingers,
waiting for the wag and point.
Relief. My father’s alive.
I shut my eyes to keep from waking up.

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