Bobby Elliott

When I Am Not Thinking of My Father

And whether

he has a gun

to his head,

‍

I am thinking

of driving you home

from the hospital —

‍

stopping at a yellow,

refusing to turn

on a red,

‍

our three-month old

Baby on Board!

sticker finally

‍

come true:

our newborn

beside you

‍

in the back seat,

manger of light

in the mirror.

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