I want my father back
body low down moan
he drives faster than I can eat.

So we drink,
at night in separate.

The turn signals
keep us from
the gray lady’s music of falling

over the mud into the fat
fat arms of a young American army.

We put our jowls to the under arm flab,
book a room to hold us
together.

while our rolling mouths gape and suck
at the bacteria of everyday.