comes to visit …
 
 She does’nt know.
 
 Know what?
 
 That you’re my daughter.
 
 Who am I, then?
 
 A long lost relative.
 
 He Worked in a Bowling Alley
 
 Under the table,
 
 so I don’t screw
 
 up my disability.
 
 Unsticking stuck
 
 balls, fitting stinky
 
 shoes, collecting
 
 cash from the crop
 
 du jour of the
 
 great unwashed.
 
 No one there’s
 
 gonna tell. They
 
 got their own secrets,
 
 No worries about
 
 bubblegum, athlete’s
 
 foot, or the current
 
 flu, passed bill to
 
 bill, ball to ball,
 
 shoe to shoe.
 
 Like who’s making
 
 out in the back room,
 
 who’s striking out.
 
 Geo unlocked
 
 in a parking lot