there is an old reel to reel memory
burned onto my psyche’s screen
of my fallen god
the father
throwing a planet sized
console television set out the front door
off the porch
and into the yard
in a fit of rage
eventually replaced by a larger zenith console tv
to erase the damage done
the scene horrified me for years
as his vengeance that night
could not be contained
by the red brick of the house
but as i bashed a $3oo cell phone
with a hammer
into the floor of a deserving verizon store
a warming contentment wrapped it’s arms around me
i realized i truly am my father’s daughter
and i loved him all the more for
the genetic ability
to shatter minds and electronics