AT HOME

I stood up there

in front of all of them

weeping

for me or my father

I don't know because we are one

so hard sometimes I could not speak

But between the outbursts

those waves of loneliness

that would not subside

for any amount of weeping

I told them everything

showed them my weakness

bared my soul

My inner being naked

I stood before them

to show them who I was

and they couldn't wait

to go golfing