05-09-2017, 02:34 PM
And never, now
There’s still an opening in the wattle
where our brother would thread himself
through thistle and thorn,
flop onto familiar grass
and jiggle the basement window
before slinking into bed.
Father only slept
when the break-in was done.
There’s still an opening in the wattle
where our brother would thread himself
through thistle and thorn,
flop onto familiar grass
and jiggle the basement window
before slinking into bed.
Father only slept
when the break-in was done.