Did your dad where Levi’s 501s?
You know,
The original shrink-to-fit?
Big Frye boots.
Little man syndrome.
Big voice.
Little confidence.
Big mouth.
Little mind.
Heart?
Buried in fear and sorrow and pain.
Pain…
Stitches from a bar brawl.
Broken hand busting son.
Sore shoulder from swinging
The Belt.
“Thwack!” — “Thwack!” — “Thwack!”
It slaps through the loops
of the 501′s
every night
when he’s had way too much to drink
and comes storming…staggering… down the hall
because you and your sister are talking.
I cry before he gets there, knowing what will be.
Que sera, sera.
Whatever will be will be.
Did your dad wear 501′s?
I understand.
