“Crushed by fear and foreboding on one hand, and, on the other, by an SSRI-induced compulsion to acquire, your alphabet has gone numb, your words have resigned, not a trace of rebellion remains about your phrases.”
No, we will not speak of it. Not / at present.
I don’t know how and why I should even tell you, / since time has only heightened our estrangement, / that you’ve made me a man.
your father loves us / too much / for flowers / she said