Jonathan's Descent
Home
Mother dearest is sitting down
at the table when I get home.
A little photo frame adorns the table
and there’s that photo of
the three of us—
that fucking picture with
me faking a smile—
and she tells me that dad
was shot down today.
Dear old dad is dead.
at the table when I get home.
A little photo frame adorns the table
and there’s that photo of
the three of us—
that fucking picture with
me faking a smile—
and she tells me that dad
was shot down today.
Dear old dad is dead.