I watch him

As he talks,

loudly

Leading the conversation using his torn-up hands

He doesn’t realize he’s doing it

Oblivious 

Nor does he realize

His voice could practically be heard,

From every room in the house

It echoes off the walls, 

Bounces and booms 

Until the room feels small

Too small to hold his voice

I doubt he knows

He looks over at me and stares

A pause

The room begins to grow

Large again 

It's almost as though,

He was reading my thoughts,

My brain

Pointing hazely green lasers into my eyes

Stealing information from my head 

Like a thief

Robbing a bank

During broad daylight

He could tell what I was thinking

He always can

A hidden superpower, 

a mind reader

Quietly disguised

As a father

This is something he does know

He twitches his crooked nose

Then offers me a favor 

Something he knows I want

Before I had even asked 

Obviously 

He gives in

Like he always does 

Sometimes I wonder 

Does he know what the word “no” is?

I doubt it 

I could ask,

But he’d probably say “yes”

I guess we’ll never know.