"My Father's Sadness" My father's sadness appears in my dreams. His young body is dying of responsibility. So many men and women march out of his mouth each time he opens his heart for fullness, he is shot down; so many men and women like dragons' teeth rising in the instance of his lifetime. He is an oriental. He claims paternity. But in his dreams he is a young body with only his life before him. My father's sadness masks my face. It is hard to see through his tears, his desires drum in my chest. I tense like a young man with a full moon and no woman in sight. My father broke with each child, finer and finer, the clay of his body crumbling to a drizzle of silicone in the hour-glass. How hard it is to be a father, a bull under the axle, the mangrove netted by lianas, the host perishing of its lavishness.