
Aster Lit: Reprise
Issue 13—Spring 2025
On Fatherhood
Aldrin Badiola, United States
He escapes from under my bed when I sleep. I throw
my books at him to keep him away. Each page
in my journal is a different poem but they all end in “failure.”
Here’s one—A father & his son are fishing
& the father tells his son the bait is how you get
the girl. The son is not a son but a memory because
he ran away to become a musician—The poem ends.
Shit, there aren’t enough metaphors in this one. Blood,
rain, worship, fire: my friends have published collections
with all of them. In each, a mango-bomb explodes. I’m not ready
to write about what father means in Tagalog because I can barely
say it in English. In another poem—father i’m not ready
to be a man for you. father i wish you couldn’t speak english
so i could write about cooking rice with you & italicize
your immigration. i want to publish a collection & if it means
lying then i will lie—This one ends unfinished too. The monster
is still hungry. The monster is asking for another story.
The first metaphor is done. We have three more but not enough
stories to fit them in. A rabbit-son is double prey. These stories
are starting to blur together. The monster wants more. A father,
a son, & his son all walk into a bar. The bartender asks
for the father’s order & they all say they want bourbon
in a paper bag—Are you tired yet? The monster wants a story
not about fathers, but this is all he’s going to get. These stories
are all I know how to write. Fathers are all I know
how to poeticize. A father is all I can become. So I will father
these stories until they are sick of it, & they will become fathers
too. I cut the silence in half. The final story:
A son tries to call his father back. The son missed the last three.
The son is ready to try again. The monster
is on my shoulders now. I tuck him into bed & I start to pen
my final apology in my bedroom. A father & his son are holding hands.
Aldrin Badiola (he/him) is a Filipino poet. A Best of the Net nominee, his works are published or forthcoming in The Hopkins Review, Fleeting Daze Magazine, and elsewhere. He is the editor-in-chief of Artists from Maryland. He can be found at aldrinbadiola.carrd.co.