He only hugs me when he's drunk
and I'm too sober to fight back.
I feel dirty inside, like his pg-13
half hug is a synonym for
childhood molestation.

The grin on his face
speaks of nothing but fatherly love,
but he's looking at my sister.
Telling her how great a job she did
today.

I turn my cringe into a shiver,
and beg off the family time
saying I need a shower and a
lie about doing homework.

The truth is, I'd skip home cooked
meals at with family to eat cold leftovers
with my internet.