For Fabian

You brought your knives

your hands on my neck

your back up friends

your threats

and demands

and violations

and locking me out of the house in the rain

and keeping my photos

and my money

But you could never

bring me the truth

Your son died

because you were never there

you used his memory

to make people

feel sorry for you

Bragging

about how

great a father

you were