tuesday -triumph and failure
You were 15 the first time you ever landed a punch to your old man. Even though he was big and gray with weight on all that height, he was fast. Even with his knees. That he could come to stand near you and not ever make a sound amazed you.
He called you stupid. His way of pushing you to be more clever, to think beyond the immediate. With his DNA you thought way too fucking much. Felt good to punch him. Felt awful for him to get that rise from you, for him to get you at all.
He called you stupid. His way of pushing you to be more clever, to think beyond the immediate. With his DNA you thought way too fucking much. Felt good to punch him. Felt awful for him to get that rise from you, for him to get you at all.