our dads' things.

i've got a sleeping bag
where i lie as long as i can
like he did.
pissy yellow and starting to smell.

there's a flashlight
that he'd probably like to have back,
but i keep it.
i'd like to wear it around my neck.

i listen to his records without thinking of him,
and i smoke from a bag which he does not know i found.

she's got his t-shirts and she makes them fit.
sometimes for days at a time.