Wrinkled Thumb
A Poem
The midnight marauders robbed me of all the words from my mouth so now I’m stuck here with gratitude for a heart. Hand me down sneakers bring the teenage rebellion to your house down south. Persuaded to see you use Earl Grey to paint abstract art.
The grandfather clock rumbles the brick though he’s not here so you passed the minute cutting grass and petting dogs calling them what you called 10 years ago Dear, giving father excuses that you’re too lazy to go for a morning jog.
Enough of this ridiculous slam poetry, words don't solidify people your house down south obviously replaced by the lone coffin etched into the ground with no memoir I come here months later to see what the maggots soften.
but the grandfather clock’s been buried within the cracks holding onto the lonely tears that imitated your wry You told me to always say “I'm coming back” still, I never knew this time you would lie.
Daniel A. Teo 2021
