rocket scientist
a poem by Yuri Kageyama 
people sometimes laugh when they learn
my father was a rocket scientist 
my father was also a child-beater
this is not a laughing matter
people think abusers are alcoholic degenerates, 
unemployed high-school dropouts or drug addicts 
who swing their wives around the room 
clutching their hair and beating them 
and beat the kid while at it
but my father needed to get violent because 
he was under stress on his job
he worked for the Apollo program 
you know the one when Armstrong the astronaut talks about 
the one giant leap for mankind 
he was one of the first Japanese who got to work for NASA
that's why I have a bit of a Southern accent 
when I say words like: "you all" or "Alabama" or "NASA"
his office was at the Redstone Arsenal in Huntsville, Alabama 
everyone in my school worked for the military or for NASA 
we still have an autographed photo of von Braun
when we got back to Japan, 
he was on TV to talk about our trip to the moon
I wasn't that proud but my mother was proud
I was more scared about saying the wrong thing and setting him off 
it was mysterious _ I never figured it out 
one moment, he was joking, so witty and sharp
just like a rocket scientist
a jolly roly-poly guy
but he would change 
and I would feel a fat whack against my head 
it would get so infinitely dark before my eyes 
inside my cavernous buzzing head 
like I was swimming and spinning into outer space 
and I would see tiny sparkling stars 
he didn't drink or do drugs 
he was a rocket scientist
when I got older and got the nerve 
I asked him why he had done that
what was he thinking?
I wanted to know 
and he said he didn't know 
he helped us get to the moon but 
the rocket scientist didn't know
he couldn't remember why he hit me at all
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