daddy’s coat

daddys coat used
to be a
treasure trove

of secrets
that he’d show
me bit by

bit the sweet
shoved in
the top pocket

the Gameboy
to make me
shut up

daddy was never
one for

hugs were a
foreign notion
his coat flung

onto my bed
as he yelled and
mommy screamed

I’d hang it
so they
had somewhere

to sit after
their stupid
loud bouts

my father’s coat
grew bigger
as his shoulders

slacked and him
older when I
left we didn’t

hug my father
is not one
for affection

always stoic talking
about serious ‘Futures’
but last winter

when he was
coming back
from work

he dropped a
pot plant
as he was

crossing the road
from my window
I saw

my father stoop
and scoop the
little plant up

into his coat
pocket amidst the
honking and come

back to our flat
‘help me out’
he said

we re-pot the
plant and he
flung his

oversized coat
onto my bed
as I hung it up

I could have
it was warm

The Blobbing Fish.