on the
last day of every month,
daddy would take ellie and me
to a restaurant to eat
because he had saved enough money.
but one day when he went off to work,
I heard a loud crash,
so when ellie was crying,
I looked out the door,
and saw bits of his car scattered on the floor.
and that was when I knew that
august was the last time
daddy would bring us to a restaurant.
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POST-IT POEMS
Poetry[discontinued; cringe] in which the poems I write on post-its are transferred online.
