Ritual
When he finished with me
my father put his belt back on.
I hugged him until
he stopped crying,
then guided him back to his room
down the darkened hallway,
tucked him into his bed
of broken glass.
….
This poem is from the book Collected Father by John Pijewski (Finishing Line Press), and can be found at https://www.finishinglinepress.com/product/collected-father-by-john-pijewski/
