Phone Call With My Father - Poem by Glen Kappy
My father calls
before I phone him this week:
"I'm tired of being alone."
(His eighty-second birthday's coming up
and his second wife's in Mexico
where her children are.)
"I've been thinking about my sisters
and I miss them.
Even Yetta who married two jerks.
And Charlie's gone
but of course he was no bargain.
"I guess I'm feeling depressed.
I'm having a vodka and tonic.
I've been having a drink a day.
I hope I'm not becoming an alcoholic."
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