I felt them frozen, my six-year-old
bones. Mother alone, paste deficient in
bonding a broken home’s foundation,
flats cracked untimely below a former
baby’s crawl. Father desolate, this construction
worker’s belt too tight, water bottle empty as his thirst
rules on a hot summer day. Heaviness; no siblings
to share this pokerfaced nightmare.
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