𝙒𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝘿𝙞𝙙 𝙔𝙊𝙐 𝘿𝙤 𝙞𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙒𝙖𝙧, 𝘿𝙖𝙙𝙙𝙮?
What Did YOU Do in the War, Daddy?
Oh, I… Diddleliddledis diddleliddledat diddleliddledem diddleliddledose then I came home and punched your mother. Once. Hard. But not hard enough to do any real damage, or so I thought at the time, and it certainly wasn't my intent, though I definitely had my reasons, from what my friends had been telling me when I was over there and I just wanted to get her attention, you know, make her shut the hell up for one minute. One lousy minute. I mean how hard could that be? for just one minute to stop talking and talking like some firestorm of bullets aimed right at your head only instead of running or shooting back you're supposed to just sit there and listen to her yapppity-yap-yap yap barking and snarling as if you had no weapons and couldn't do nothing so she could say whatever the hell she wanted when in fact you do have a weapon because in fact you are a weapon that can never be put down and never put away and now here we sit, separated by this funny little window and talking on these silly telephones and having just the best of times, ain't we, lil' buddy?
[Bio: Matt Dennison is the author of Kind Surgery, from Urtica Press (Fr.) His work has appeared in Rattle, Bayou Magazine, Redivider, Natural Bridge, The Spoon River Poetry Review and Cider Press Review, among others. He has also made short films with Michael Dickes, Swoon, Marie Craven and Jutta Pryor.]
