to make a statement of what daddy meant to me

her father was a writer

Had been
Before he suicided
Overdosed on some pills or something
like that

He had a few novels to his name
and some short story collections

Other than that he
only left behind a daughter
who several days after his cremation
brought her boyfriend
to her house and said to him,
"Look, since you wanna be a journalist and call
yourself a big fan of my dad’s works,
I’m gonna give you something
to write about tonight. For your
magazine. An
article about the departed genius."

"Really?" He smiled,
expecting her to share some of
her father’s unpublished
manuscripts or
something like that. It would surely
aid in his journalist career. Put him
ahead of the competition

But
she grabbed the urn that contained
the great writer’s ashes and
said, "Yeah. Look, I’m gonna pour these
into the toilet and take a shit
over them.
You can write about it and
take pictures too."

"What?"

"Hey, you don’t meet up with a story like
this every day. Take
it or leave it."

Many thanks to LatinosUSA —English edition for featuring my poem, "to make a statement of what daddy meant to me"!

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