Father's Pants Poem by David Kowalczyk

Father's Pants

Rating: 4.8


Because the past five months
of chicken wings, television,
nostalgia, and stale beer
began splitting the seams of my
38 wwaists, inherited curses surfaced.


Father's lament, 'If it ain't one
thing, it's another! ' became mine,
as did his habit of slapping a frustrated
hand against the back of a neck bent
with defeat.


Staring at the threadbare denim
which covers my flesh and buries
my soul, I start to sweat.

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David Kowalczyk

David Kowalczyk

Batavia, New York
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