Father, Drunk, Squeezes Your Arm, Tells His Joke

60Rocky Mountain Review Father, Drunk, Squeezes Your Arm, Tells His Joke stark as bed sheets flapping on a backyard line, mother clothespinning corduroys, slips, and brother's diapers side by side—a message to the neighbors like the string of flags on cruisers you cut out from backs of cereal boxes and pasted together on the dotted lines, repeating, out loud, Korea like you were Ali Baba and the word would sail your daddy home. He came back in a red silk jacket, a tiger snarling on the back, and, first thing, pulled his boots off, rolled the socks down where his toes had been. This little piggy went to town over and over like a punch line you've suffered too many times to smile or believe in magic, the word that opens stone. Robert A. Fink Hardin-Simmons University ...