I Broke the Trauma Bond With My Dad

A Fuck You

Photo by Caleb Jones on Unsplash

I grew up on jazz

On my dad adjusting my skinny fingers on the piano, on placing Bela Fleck CDs into my hands

I grew up on watching him play, studying his face as he played. His eyebrows goin’ up and down like waves, his mouth a contortionist, the swell of emotion when he hit that note or a key change…that SMILE that would break…