Retrieving My Father’s Ashes on My Birthday

by David P. Miller

It took fewer days for him
to carry me home, lay me in the crib
than for me to carry him home,
place him on a bedroom closet shelf
among the bare clothes hangers.

His wordless gray grit compacted
in the reticent plastic box
weighs about what I did,
pissing, screeching, astounded.


David P. Miller’s collection, Sprawled Asleep, will be published by Nixes Mate Books in 2020. His poems have recently appeared in Meat for Tea, Naugatuck River Review, poems2go, riverbabble, Nixes Mate Review, HedgeApple, The Lily Poetry Review, Peacock Journal, Redheaded Stepchild, Jenny, and What Rough Beast, among others. With a background in experimental theater before turning to poetry, he was a member of the multidisciplinary Mobius Artists Group of Boston for 25 years.

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