Creative Writing


jess ingrassellino, fall 2019

My father isn’t religious
but his parents are catholic, so
he and my mother married
before she graduated high school.

My father isn’t a dreamer.
He’s never burdened with the
weight that comes from
worrying about others or from
imagining what’s possible.

My father isn’t a judge, but
beware, all you who enter his chambers.
Reality is distorted, the
victim is the whore, the
anorexic is obese, and all that matters is
what happens to him.

My father isn’t brave, so he
hides in his living room with
curtains closed. He reads all the books,
searches all the websites and
watches all the videos, building
walls out of his opinions.