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Bio-Daddy

Christopher Hanson

He’s at home,
An empty home
And maybe as an
“Empty” him
On his birthday with a
Wife,
One dog
And most importantly,
The phone,
A silent phone,
A foreboding phone,
Post-52 years,
And as many candles,
Already blown.
These plastic cords
Fail to rattle noise.

He’s still at home,
And
She’s in bed,
Even the dog’s
Unto slumber,
But the phone,
His only connection,
Never leaves his side,
Still and both silent.

He’s still at home,
Wife and dog still
In dream,
When he shakes off the
Dust,
Stands
And walks to the window.
He looks for me,
But instead finds a movie,
An experimental shadow show,
Where silhouettes play
Against the curtains
And across the street –
Sex,
Not for him,
Not even for his eyes,
But he watches.
He revels in remembrance of
Conception
And the only reminder of
Life he has left,
A hard-on.
He soon averts,
Out of character
And in need of,
“Dad,”
The phone has more appeal,
But still
Cannot seem to ring.

One day later,
Another day,
Any “other” day
He remains
At home,
The emptier home,
And finally asleep.
It’s no longer his birthday,
And like the call he’d waited for,
He finally slumbers.

He’s at home –
Tomorrow,
The day after,
The next week,
And at 53,
Still awaiting,
“Hello,”
But the phone
Will never ring
And though he’ll live,
For at least a few more
Years,
His son,
The call that never came,
Lived as well,
And without a
Second thought.



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