for a while longer yet,
deception.
Summer
KRISTINA IS OUT OF EXCUSES
I know that’s what Grandpa
Scott would say, and the rest
of us would no doubt agree.
My mom has said enough.
I look
to my rig
ht, where Leigh
sits, drop-jawed, gawking
at her
sister, as if she’s never seen
her before. On my left, Autumn
seems lost in some obscure
distraction. Wonder where
her thoughts have wandered.
And I
find
in the tears that drop from
my mother’s eyes into puddles
on her dinner plate,
doubt.
A growing desire to escape
the confines of this house,
no longer her home, by
her own design. And in that,
loneliness.
Hunter, Autumn, Summer