Zach Hannah: “Why I Keep Asking the Dying Men in My Life to Promise Me a Few More Years”
Why I Keep Asking the Dying Men in My Life to Promise Me a Few More Years
Because my earliest memories
are of being promised
Because I know exhaustion
is silent and any words will do.
Because I want to be more
peace than regrets.
Because i am chewing at deficits.
Because I’ve built a life on knowing better.
Because nobody will
Because I am death’s pesterous little brother.
Because I know suffering
kisses them with lies.
Because I need to learn how to lie, too.
Because the last time
Because I’m a sieve of a memory
wanting pictures before they’re slideshows.
Because I’m tired of slideshows.
Because I can’t see faces in my head.
Because father and fading
have been synonyms for years.
Because I’m tired of holding fear’s hand.
Because I come from a land
made of caskets.
Because I am a living casket.
Because I want to be carried somewhere
God’s plan can’t reach
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Zach Hannah is a Southern Ohio expat, blue collar poet who spends his dwindling energy to drag Appalachia through polite art circles and house shows across the midwest. He resides in Columbus, OH where he had spent the last decade learning poetry from scratch at Writers' Block Open Mic, helmed by Scott Woods, Louise Robertson, and Vernelle Bristow.