For Oliver Brown
Headline on women’s magazine reads:
My dead dad came back as a durry
They respond:
“Just in time for Father’s day”
We lament
There is nothing so beautiful
As getting lost in a cloud
of second hand cigarette
Fanging a Fads like he taught you to
Chats like sprinkled ash on the balcony
Sing-a-longs to The Eagles or
Creedence Clearwater Revival
Downing a sack of goon like a big-noter
Putting him to bed before you head to school
Coming home late that evening
To see an eviction notice and a tenner on the kitchen table
Realising he just up and left
Like smoke
Raelee Lancaster is a Brisbane-based poet, research assistant and creative producer. Her work has featured in Rabbit, Voiceworks, Overland, and other print and online publications. Find Raelee on Twitter @raeleelancaster
