I arranged your first date with dad
I thought you would brighten his blues,
organize his pills, and argue his truths.
Instead, you have hid him in your lock-box,
scared him from his soul.
He needs an intervention.
Something bold and German
like grandma’s potato salad.
A woman who would lick a stamp
and send you back to Oklahoma.
Jill Hawkins is a graduate student at the Red Earth MFA creative writing program in Oklahoma City, Oklahoma. She is a teacher at the Oklahoma school for the Deaf and an aspiring poet.