there is a hazy memory that is
in the dark attic that is her mind.
she had been eating dinner with her father
and while she hadn't finished, she knew she was full.
{ "daddy, i'm full." }
{ "there's not much left. why don't you finish?" }
{ "daddy-" }
{ "finish your supper, holly." }
and so she finished her dinner
and it all came back up mere hours later.
her father told her over and over
{ "i'm sorry, holly." }
that he should have listened to her.
he was right. he should have listened to her.
t h e y a l l s h o u l d h a v e l i s t e n e d t o h e r.
{ why doesn't anyone listen to me, daddy? }
YOU ARE READING
about her.
Poetryand so I will take you through the years of her existence as she contemplates how long it was supposed to be.