Jacob Parsons

The Debt by Jacob Parsons

It remains

More tangible to me than your remains.


It is tied to me by soft twine

Light translucent, a dragged cloud

Unseen unfelt unforgotten


You don’t let me forget

You are long present

Never letting your spectral eye

Stray from your investment.


I live in your shade

A draped tattered shawl

A father’s insulation from the sun


There is a debt


Your reminders come through sitting water

I stare down, you stare back

Alive and shimmering in the almost-still surface


If they could find purchase

I would prick you with needles

And with sucking tubes of clear plastic

I would pump my blood your blood.

Give back. Repay.


But I’m sorry

What you gave me I can’t return