LACUNA

He cried out to me in that dark night behind the porch and sidewalk. Just a sweet lullaby
of a man lost on a sweet fairytale trip. So, I guess I should walk down to visit him. To be
cordial.
I guess. But the dream, he forgot to mention contained three babies and two mothers.
Everyone else but me.
A cryptic tip to my mind connections; to who else might I question?
He,
oh fuck it.
So a little bird sat in the cage and sang with no voice.
But why should he father and leave me naïve to it all?
Sioux, please, echoed into my kitchen window. I had it shut.
What would my sister say?
I told you so. I told you so.
Horny son of a bitch, deadbeat dad with too many histories.
I don’t have a history, boy, so just stay and try.
Sioux, are you home?
The echo fell in love away from his vanity, and he cried,
Bitch.