Ringbearer by Matthew Milia

So look across at St. Hugo
Don’t they say wherever you go
He will follow?
So my dumpster fellow
Let out a bellow
In my name

When my father sleeps the house has lungs
You have heard those songs he’s sung
But sometimes
He wakes up with a start
I hear a confused cry come straight from his heart
And it’s sad

Oh your once-sweet teenage face
Episodically erased
You were perfect
In the safe sitcom vacuum
Ten seasons have been your doom

Oh the springterror
Be my ringbearer
Oh the spring-rot
The sweet-rank taste that I’ve got
When all’s forgiven