Summer Cabin

10/20/2024

I am my fathers summer cabin

that he stays in for free

tears down the curtains

rips up my photos

and goes to cut down my favorite tree

his jeep tears trails

for which my feet cannot deviate

he lights the logs

with sparks of hate

spills his drinks

and screams

“its the cabins fault”

so he punches his name

in the living room wall

where the portraits never were

now

even when I clean

and scrub of him

he’s glaring down

telling me I’m nothing

that I’ll be fat my entire life

if I don’t stop stuffing

next time he comes

ill hide the things I don’t want broken

and keep the words never fully spoken