and my father, the troll,
and his
miserable
fairy, Linda Sue. I do
feel sorry for her, and
I’m starting to feel pretty
sorry
for myself, too. Okay,
it’s looking to turn
out to be a
sleepless
toss-and-turn,
dissolve-slowly-
into-morning night
after all.
Three Weeks and Four Days
Since Hunter became an official
candidate for the kingdom of heaven.
Three weeks and one day since
Dad and Linda Sue left Mom’s insults
in their exhaust. Three weeks and two
days since Leigh and Heather flew
back to their swanky campus, leaving
me with no unequivocal answers
about cheerleaders and their diet aids
or what, exactly, lesbians do for fun.
Three weeks and three days since I
started work at the 7-Eleven.
Three weeks and three days of learning
to stock shelves, scan items, clear gas