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Karyn Peyton

Dad

​I told my 92-year-old landlady that
My heat was up too high and she kept me down there for an hour just talking to me
About life        and death         and aging        and race and church
And human things      lady across the alley   with too many cats
Man upstairs who blares at his mother                       on national holidays like a forlorn
Foghorn          Ooo he is noisy                       smoking on the landing                      she said
And he’s always coming in here                    with his face all                       beat up
Like he’s been with the wrong crowd            if you know what I mean        she giggled
She hugged me like a bear and                       I love you                    you bring me joy
I see you changing      My baby          My brother died recently        she admitted
How she missed barbecues                 on the back porch       six homes in this house
And nobody says hello                       or grills steaks             anymore
 
 
Do generations regenerate      does growing up grow you out of yourself
Does it take your passions      and mature you                       and cure you
So you can write it for once               by a black lamp
On a legal pad             I miss you       Dad

Biography

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Karyn Peyton (she/her) is a screenwriter and new poet living in Los Angeles, where she's held support staff roles in writers' rooms at AMC and Showtime Networks. She's been published in two anthologies from Z Publishing. Her humor writing has been featured in many-a-zine. She's also written an indie documentary series about police misconduct, worked with the Department of State to implement sustainability education programs in Lithuania, and made a guerilla-style documentary that severed a university's relationship with a psychiatric hospital. She loves cats, coffee, and well-worn chairs at the library. You can find her on Instagram at @karynp1.
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