movie

movie

my son’s symphony 

is spelled out in the key

of l and r

unspoken/unadjusted

so we are at a movie 

real life real early

so early in fact 

we get in through an 

unlocked door 

by accident before it’s open and 

he says

“dad we are like thieves”

and I hold his angel head and say

“thieves together”

and later

during this movie

when the finale is 

near

i lose sight of him

lower the chair, this fractal 

chair that was the lost 

piece of myself

and he screams

“under under”

and parts of me break 

as I pick up this phoenix boy

gather him into myself

taste his tears

and walk past the popcorn

and lights.

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Father, hardcore worker for the underserved. Sometimes I write.
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