Mar/Apr 2018 • Vol. XL No. 2 PoetryMarch 1, 2018 |

Icarus Does the Dishes

It leaves a mark when I fall on the floor of my father's kitchen. Only a few days it's been of lifting him up from one place, then putting him down somewhere else, then driving to work for the late shift while a nurse looks after him for five hours, three times a week— all we can afford. There is no choice; sometimes, I have to leave him alone. I ignore the soreness of the bruise taking shape on my ass, because these dishes won't clean themselves and Father hasn't had his bath. It embarrasses us, especially the rolling back of his foreskin, the veins like tiny stitches on the inside of a minotaur s mask, so I let him wash that part while I look away. He does not see me like this, on the floor. I'm twenty-five and agile, it is no accident, but a tantrum. I throw the dishes—shards all around me like a constellation of stars for which I have no names. We are lost. What have I done, I'm thinking now, in telling the hospital I can do this; I can manage just f

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Tommye Blount
Tommye Blount is the author of What Are We Not For, published by Bull City Press in 2016. A graduate of Warren Wilson College’s MFA Program for Writers, he has been the recipient of fellowships and scholarships from Cave Canem and Bread Loaf Writers’ Conference. He is from Detroit, Michigan.

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