THE WEAVE:

Mars dries off, as he

approaches his father…

"Waking up
in tears.  What is
beneath anger?  Soaking

in pieces of conversations
not yet neatly tied
in bows.  There are perspectives

we don't agree on.
-Narratives of how it was.
Support he feels he gave,

but I was endlessly trying
to earn, until I stopped,
and the bridge between us

collapsed, because I was
no longer holding it
up.  I write

my Way, to figure
out what need has gone
unmet in me, and give it
 
to mySelves, or be
brave enough
to ask for it."