Fathers Day 2007
After Britney Spears
April Eileen Henry
“It’s just that demon life has got me in it’s sway...”
The Rolling Stones / Sway
Oops, I’m fucked up again
I’m blitzed out of my mind.
Oops, you think I’m a mess
that’s not the way we planned it
autocorrect will always have my back though.
Loneliness is killing me
I am an enigma wrapped in a
lonely slut salad and
can someone please Postmates me
some fucking sanity?
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I’m illuminated under patio
light
wishing my hero “he truly exists”
I’m really not that innocent but
I wish I were
I wish I were
like you
like you
not a rubadubdub on the nose scrubbed clean
shiny white and gleaming drugged up drugged up girl
like me
like me.
This is the story about a girl named unlucky
remembering how her dad died on a Wednesday morning
and how she couldn’t cry for him.
I guess I need you, baby
a book of poems to cut lines —
I may have made it rain.
Why do I need to visit him this way
when I can remember
always
in the brain that he gave me forever?
April Eileen Henry is a poet and the creator of Texts From Your Existentialist. Her work has been featured in Vogue and in collaborations with Gucci and Burberry, among other marquee brands. She was born in Kansas and has spent most of her life in LA, where she has a blue limousine, enjoys long drives alone, and is currently writing a prose novel.