My Dad's mistress comes home with once a week
She sneaks through the garage door, up the stairs, and into the locked bedroom door of his room
She terrorizes my mother
His mistress holds his pain. She
is not a she--
She's what's wrong with us.
Alcohol hurts, so I will never partake in that melancholy.
I'm leaving soon, in the fall.
I used to hate my dad's mistress.
But it's not her fault.
It's his, but I must forgive him for his drinking,
just as he must come to terms with his pain.