Jerry's been coming home later And later every evening. Says he's At work, I guess I should believe him He won't even look at me or the kids His hands are thick, his eyes darker. Some nights he'll lurk round the house Shrouded in silence. Skipping hearts Muttering nothing-speech into dark-lit Mirrors. I love Jerry, I do, I do love him, but Jerry's been coming home later and later every Evening. Jerry had--has--this way about Him that his body can punch through a Room and the air will become suspended --Almost motionless. Jerry has a wide Form and tends to drive it aggressively Passed the children and through the Walls. I love Jerry, I mean it, I really do, but Jerry's been Spending more time away, and spending Through me with purchases of big bottles Of gin and vodka. Jerry does love his vodka. The kids have been asking me /what's wrong With daddy\ /Is daddy sick mommy\. I tell them I don't know, Jerry's not ill, Jerry's just sick. Jerry’s Been kissing another woman, I think, on the Mouth. I love Jerry, I do, I mean I think I do. Jerry’s not Jerry anymore. I loved Jerry.
Bio: David Paul White is a 17 year old, poet, visual artist, as well as short fiction writer based in Windsor, Ontario Canada. His poetry has been published in various Canadian literary journals, and his artworks have been featured in multiple local galleries and shows. David strives for originality and. unique creative progression as a means to study the self, emotionally, socially, spiritually, and most often mentally. His work often portrays the internal, as well as the implicitly external struggles that come in youth, highlighting the hardship one may experience in transitioning from child to adult. Delving into the stream of consciousness, and the examination of the progress of one’s own transcendence.