by Rob Plath
when i was fifteen
i found rubbers
in my father's drawer
along w/knives
a pistol
cigarette lighters
gambling slips
& a bayonet
he was a collector
for a loanshark
i knew he committed
many crimes
but the condoms
reminded me of
his biggest crime
the act
of becoming
a father
June 25, 2010
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