The old man
approached
us we sat drinking from plastic bottles.
he asked for a cigarette
and my friend
obliged him.
but he didn't go away
he just stood there-
drunk in all glory
and misery.
I tried to make small talk
and he starts to cry
I tell him
everything gonna be okay.
But he's
looking at me like
i stole from him-
like i owed him
like he wanted my blood.
he held my hand
and
not looking for a fight
i let him-
then I stood determined
to be on my way.
He called out to me.
"Mijo"
and then said
"fuck you"
He wanted us to stay
to be his friends.
But I never looked back.
I already have a father
who wants my blood,
and one is enough.
10'
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