Farewell with Drones & Fried Chicken

He doesn’t eat,
just watches.

Lightning Bug
surveilling
the Tr??ng S?n Trail,

remote killer
ruled by another
bloodless source.

Even abstinence is deadly.

His reticence
evaluating me:

Three-piece meal
with Dr. Pepper
and a biscuit.

The sickening
extravagance.

To nourish is also to neglect.

My father drops me off
at Kensington Park
with box of KFC leftovers.

The red light.

His van
pulling away.

I didn’t know
it was the last time
I’d ever see him.

I didn’t know
it hurts being seen.