Papa

I sit in my apartment.  It's not done but it's good.  I look outside.  I can see downtown so close.  I think what a good life.  I sit there.  I think when I lived in Toronto.  I think of me smoking crack.  I think how I drink each day.  I remember the bus trip to see Papa. 

All near me is joy but I cry. I realize I forget Papa.  I call him.  I tell him I love him.  I tell him I am good now.  I don't say why.  I said it's good.  I tell him thank you.  We talk a long time.  It's a good chat.   I tell him he can send me email.  I tell him to send me a picture of him.  It's for my new apartment.  I will put this on the wall.  Papa in Larissa's new place. 

Tomorrow comes.  I take a cheque.  I write it out.  I think how much he gives to me and never asks back.  I put the cheque in a card.  It's for so much.  I don't care.  I mail it.  I notice Papa never takes it to the bank.