He Made Funny Faces

He made funny faces

Not unlike my father’s own

And joked and laughed

And dubbed me “Cappuccino”

And my brother “Mocha”

Even though I always felt more like a Mocha

And he would come out of the bathroom

Eyes dry and red

Play along video games with us, then, instead

Of doing whatever it was he

Drifted off from us to do

There were so many things

I suppose I never knew

His hair was dark and scraggly

Dominant traits, hereditary

Just like everything else

With him