Because I Said So: A Generational Curse

Where were you when I laid the earth’s foundation? Tell me, if you understand.

–Job 38:4 NIV

Do as I say      not as I do       do as I say       not as I do       do
as I do             the opposite    do        because I said so
because I’m the parent                                   and you’re the child
because I scrub scum from tubs and toilets   do as I say
because I toss the Eggos in the toaster           do as I say       do
………as you do         because I do as I do because   I am
the parent                                you are            why      because
………………I work to pay the bills
………………………why
………………I bought these toys for you
why
………because I said so         that’s   why     that’s why
………………my 5 a.m. alarm creases the sleep
you already interrupted six times                   I put my book down
to wipe your ass          why      because I said so         because
………I said so           because daddy forgets
………………you are three years old           your world is a mass
of mysteries                I must tidy      I must say so
………because you do as I do
………………when I lay these foundations
you orbit                     and watch        then say as I say
………when you giggle         ok Daddy time for you to go
to time out now
………………………because I do as I do    because I said so
because I’m your parent         why      ask me if I understand
………how because I said so                         bored my upbringing
and now I sow the saying       in the field of your inquiries
………………and you do as I say                 the obscurity
in your response to my inquisition     why     why     why     why
………did you pour water on the floor
………………did you leave the bathroom light on
………………………did you do as you do as you do as
I do not explain           just yell           do as I say       you yell
………………I thunder from the heavens
without wisdom          to gift you       my ibis            to teach you
………how to count clouds   from the ground
………………………Daddy’s sorry
Daddy’s sorry                         Daddy wagered faith
………he could be the best daddy who ever daddied
for you            I’m sorry         do as I say because
………daddy fails sometimes            when he does as he does

Soon and Very Soon: A Generational Curse

I am very hungry—am incomplete—

and can no longer dine upon your “Wait.”

                                                                        –Matthew E. Henry

Soon    and      very     soon    we’re   gonna  see
………...the King          soon    and      very     soon
we’re   gonna  see       the King          gonna  see
………...very soon        and      very soon
gonna  see       providence      and      prosperity
……………………….........trickle blessings         soon
and very soon                         the King’s       hands
full of the whole world           hurricanes and fires
………forests gnawed to ash             relief?
soon                and very soon             we’re
………...gonna see        hallelujahs flourish
soon    gonna see        hallelujahs cascade     soon
……………….....the King gonna see
fingers speartipped     over     PAST   DUE    bills
……………….....miracles          truant
but soon          but soon          but soon          but
……………………….........the King          soon?
the King soon                         soon    soon    soon
………...as this sister doves the aisles and pews
in her first Sunday white        the King          soon
………...as your dollar bills scrape the plate
we’re gonna see the King
……………….....we’re   gonna  see       the King
………...soon                like a proclamation
for a child’s when?                 when?  when?  soon
………...hallelujah        hallelujah
no more dying there                when? no
………...more dying there                    hallelujah
divine plan domes destruction
……………………….........hallelujah
..............................................cloche for chaos
………...hallelujah                    we’re   gonna  see
we’re                           gonna              see
………...hallelujah
……………….....hallelujah
the King                                              gonna see
……………….....me       gonna see soon
………...soon    soon    soon    no
……………….....more dying                  gonna see
………...grace  pickled for millennia spoils

Quintin Collins

Quintin Collins (he/him) is a writer, assistant director of the Solstice MFA in Creative Writing Program, and a poetry editor for Salamander. He is the author of The Dandelion Speaks of Survival and Claim Tickets for Stolen People, selected by Marcus Jackson as winner of The Journal's 2020 Charles B. Wheeler Prize. Quintin's other awards and accolades include a Pushcart Prize, a BCALA Literary Award honor, a Mass Cultural Council grant, the 2019 Atlantis Award from the Poet's Billow, and Best of the Net nominations.

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