Candy pays a visit

i go around

to the back door

and press my face

against the window.

i catch my father

in full embrace

with his newest

love. his latest flame,

who goes by the name

of Candy.

he's 96, she's a mere child

at 87.

if they were

at the drive-in,

security would be telling

them leave.

i rub my hand against

the fogged

window.

thankfully they don't

see me,

because they're old

and can't see, plus

they can't hear very well

anymore.

i tip toe back to around

to the front door

and ring the bell, but

i'm not sure if i'll ever

be able to unsee

what i have seen.