A Man Like Her Father
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“I want you to stop drinking whiskey;
it changes you, you turn into a monster,
and I don’t want to date a man like my father”
she said as her eyes began to water.
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“Ok” I said, “I’ll keep it under control.”
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“No David, you won’t keep it under control;
that’s the point, you lose control; do you know
all the awful things you said to me last night?
do you know what my father would think?
my brother? my sister? or my mother?
if I told them? — they wouldn’t let me date you!”
she continued assertively.
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“I’m sure your mother’s heard much worse
from your father” I replied defensively,
yet speaking truthfully.
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“Well, that’s the thing, I don’t want to hear it” she said.
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A few short months later our relationship ended:
she moved on and married a man who
cheated on her: a man like her father.
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David Boski lives in Toronto. His poems have appeared in The Dope Fiend Daily, Under The Bleachers, Mad Swirl, The Rye Whiskey Review and elsewhere. His forthcoming chapbook “Fist Fight and Fornication” is being released by John D. Robinson’s Holy&intoxicated Publications in June.
North of Oxford 
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