my sister took over my father's
finances,
he had
almost zero in the bank.
he was flat
out of cash,
bone dry.
all of it
spent on drink and women
of the night,
or afternoon,
maybe
mornings too.
lottery tickets, at twenty
dollars a pop
in the machines
at the grocery store.
he overfed
the vice.
and then the eyes went,
the car was sold,
the walk was too far.
he couldn't trust anyone
to tell him
if he was a winner
or not.
and now
he has money.
a lot of money.
but happiness
is like
a faraway star.
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