I wish I could forgive my father.
speak to him in piano forte and soft resonance
remember him in calm cashmere knits
swirling steam from coffee
I wish I could stop chasing him in all the
plum dark nights that sting of aftershave.
Love like all the other girls my age
lilac cotton 70 degrees and sunny
Maybe one day I’ll stop running
in the dark with my eyes closed
shoes untied in the cold fast rain
past everyone I could’ve loved
I’ll start breathing through my nose again
stop beating my own heart against my ribcage
stop thinking I’ve survived so much that survival
shouldn’t hurt anymore.
About the Creator
Katarina Tyler
Tre Fou
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