Paternity Within the Limits of Reason
- A sheet covers the father where he lies in the
hallway. He has wept brown tears that stain and reek. The father has more
than two eyes, and not only on his head, or else he has other weeping-holes.
- The daughter sows the floor about the sheet with
salt, so the liquors that seep produce nothing more than a dark crust. Late
at night, when father-fumes are least likely to be noticed, the daughter
airs the house out. She sits on the front steps, smoking, partitioned from
the father by a screen door. She shaves the ash of her cigarette against
the inside of a coffee can.
- A father liquesces, a daughter stanches. A father
is vanishing substance, a daughter increasing devotion. He leaks, she salts.
This second or daughter-fathered life of the father is poor in incident,
but not without activity. Such a father still overwhelms. He looms. He enters
every breath. He can weep and ooze. He can stink in the heat of day and
grow chill in the night. He cannot not weep, ooze, stink, grow chill. A
father is weak.
- The father is that which used to have women. If
a woman never came home again, or if a process server came to the door,
or if a woman "forced" the father "to stop loving her,"
the father soon had another. A father was whatever was never without a woman
for long. The one woman a father refuses to have is the daughter. Is the
daughter a woman? This is the antinomy of the father and the daughter.
- The father has ceased to draw women to him; his
weakened powers of attraction work only on beetles. The daughter has seen
them scrabbling over the salt ridges on the floor, wriggling their flat
brown bodies to get under the sheet, eager to reach him. Unable to sleep,
the daughter lies in her bed listening to the intercourse of beetles and
father, a sound of husks.