Patti’s
Dad
Our neighbor next-door,
big blond-headed guy
whose silence scared me.
He worked out of town and when he was home
did little but lie prone
on their sofa and read.
Sort of lumbered in place. Never said boo.
We were supposed to stay out of his way.
--As with my own dad when he'd just gotten in
from work, we weren't
supposed to talk to him.
He had to unwind.
It was like Patti's dad
was always just getting
home.
One time he brought us two hulking, empty green drums
we'd fill with surging
water from a hose,
and then sort of stand
there inside of them.
Odd, but we did cool off.
And then he started getting rich.
Compared to us, anyway.
He and his brother were well into business
in
and the big chemical
plant in
He still lounged around on his sofa, still read his books,
drifting, it
seemed, ever deeper away,
just richer and richer.
Carted home funny sackloads
of nothing but Mars Bars
for his kids,
had a darkroom installed
for his wife,
then learned how to fly
and bought himself a plane
to wing his family back
to
where he'd
come from.
And I also recall, one afternoon, out of nowhere,
he butchered one of
their rabbits,
skinned the
thing right there on the curb
at the edge of his lawn
and a lot of ogling kids.
I and my brother and sisters
once owned a single pet
rabbit,
two or three hamsters,
several turtles,
five dogs and a horse,
but I'd never yet seen
anything dead.
Well, I saw this thing’s dead head flop
as he scraped and
slipped the fur off like a wrapper.
It was all raw, pink-and-blue translucence,
so out of whack
with our living rooms,
stationwagons, mothers and shrubs.
The man's blind nerve,
or oblivion!
The last I heard, his life had gone kind of rotten.
Patti grew up to go to jail, his wife's been ill,
and he and his brother
and this and that,
so their business went
to shit.
But a long time ago, he built us a home in a tree,
in the field out apart
from all the houses.
We'd scramble up branches into miles of air,
light and
a hole in the sky
(till the warden, that is, whom we
never believed,
simply
stole the whole contraption,
and red ants swarmed
over.)
Weird thing too, he was always changing names--
McGuiness to King, William to Will,
to Bill and back to Will
again--
but never said much of
anything to anyone.