Grave Digger

Daddy digs graves. I sit on the tombstones watching him. He takes a break and I hand him his thermos. Steam comes out when he pours coffee into the lid. He winces at me as he drinks it. I wince at him as I sip my soda. Daddy hands me the thermos and the lid. He wipes sweat from his forehead and goes back to digging. I eye a thin film of coffee in the lid. I sneak a taste. Daddy sees me wince for real. I gag with my tongue out while I screw the lid back on.

Posted on May 18, 2005 on Myspace.

Some prose poetry I wrote.