His Name Is David

by Brett Staggs

She told me the story of her father,
His name is David,
He is an alcoholic,
He lives five minutes from her house and
Doesn’t ever stop to visit.
She used to see him all the time when she
Was probably about five or six.
The last time she actually spent time with him was
About five years ago,
He said to her while he was drunk,
“You know why I hate you so much? Because you’re so ugly.”
She says she still loves him with all her heart, though.
Damn.

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About brettstaggs



Brett Staggs began writing poetry as a freshman at Slippery Rock University while sitting in Art History class. Since then he has pursued creative writing with poetry and songwriting. Brett now lives in Austin, TX with his wife Amy where he writes songs for film, works on poetry, pursues film acting, and plays drums for the band Slowtrain. Brett’s poetry has been published in The Echo, The Refined Savage, The Verse Marauder, The Cockcrow Press, The Commonline Project, and Farmhouse Magazine. Brett’s influences are Charles Bukowski, Raymond Carver and Tom Petty. Visit Brett at www.myspace.com/brettstaggs.