my father
has disappeared to wash
our cars that haven’t been
scrubbed since the
last visit.
my mother in the kitchen
is looking for the
big fat cat
who is no longer around.
(i’m wishing i was still
small enough to fit in
the swings)
Sending poetry to the world
my father
has disappeared to wash
our cars that haven’t been
scrubbed since the
last visit.
my mother in the kitchen
is looking for the
big fat cat
who is no longer around.
(i’m wishing i was still
small enough to fit in
the swings)
circa 2007 — “the red journal” writings…