The Son of Odysseus

A lot of the collection attempts to navigate the notion of fatherhood both real and mythological. This poem is in the voice of telemachus who of course is Odysseus's son in the IliadTelemachus like any good son I pull my father out of the water drag him by his hair through white sand he knuckles carving a trail as waves Russian to erase because the city beyond the shore is no longer where we left it. The lyrics of Irving Berlin's White Christmas is threaded throughout Obad with Burning City milkflower petals in the street like pieces. It moves from one border to another from one country to another at a time where people are building walls to