Papa

I read my father my article
it took five minutes,
a long one
at one point,
under my breath
i murmured
that there was
a typo in it

when i finished
before he said good job,
which he did,
he said
you better fix that
or people are going to think
you’re some kind of idiot

i said papa
you’re words are salted

he laughed but then asked
arent you pursuing
higher education?
you don’t want people to think
you can’t even do high school shit

my father doesn’t know
all that much about me

i said no papa
im a waitress

he said im sorry honey
you know im in pain
i have a bad hip

i said yeah papa
i know it

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