last orders at 'the weekend dad'




By JupiterMoon
- 750 reads
last orders at ‘the weekend dad’
she’ll be home now
the back bedroom
with the coloured lights you put up
as you sit uncleared
screwed up serviettes
dregs of a coke float
and a side of misunderstandings
you were there
fourteen years ago
when she arrived
red and gasping
dutiful
rasping panic
forming your attachment
now
she pouts into her phone
only looks at you
for menu choices
or to mention greg
the man who replaced you
twice fold
across the tables
collapsed men
mirrored into forever
their hatchlings
having flown
this transient nest
of 80s hits and sundaes
the bell tolls
last orders for numbing
texting takes a while
one finger
many tears
luv u always
luv dad
you make sure it’s sent
double check
and check again
before walking
into traffic
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Just so heartbreaking. Poor
Just so heartbreaking. Poor all of them
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Brilliant writing, moving. It
Brilliant writing, moving. It's our Pick of the Day. Do share on social media.
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This is our Poem of the Week!
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Sadness
There's so much sadness here in your poem. One of those that I had to read more than once. I'm sorry it had to be written, but I'm glad it was.
Turlough
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Very sad, and very good
Very impressed be how you convey a lot of confusion and pain through a handful of vivid images. Well done Jupiter.
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ambiguity in the ending? walk
ambiguity in the ending? walk into the traffic. the not perfect made discoverable.
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Beautifully done, JupiterMoon
Beautifully done, JupiterMoon. In New York we oft times go to a diner on a Saturday morning and have on occasion seen simialr scenerios played out. Or what we imagine is being played out. Really terrific piece.
Rich
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This is our Poem of the Month
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