One Inch Man

My dad told me 
to lose weight when 
I was ten. My dad 
doesn’t want to be
in this poem but here
he is, blemishes and
everything. My dad
always asks me to lose
weight in his head and 
I know this by the way
he looks at me. It’s like
something died 
somewhere and the 
plumber upstairs didn’t 
know how to fix it. My dad
is always telling me 
have some self control
and he says it in such 
a way that makes the 
words sound like small 
miracles. I don’t ever 
want to hear that god 
awful phrase again. Not
in my lifetime and certainly
not in yours, Jack.

— published in Poetry

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