You were the angry stranger thrusting into our nights, making us all feel tight, like rope walkers around danger. You cut my meals for me, you fed me with tea spoons, and made us wait for dessert, ‘til dinner digested to our feet. Sister and I walked the long hall back and forth to request your expertise, the drunker you became, the stronger and louder the "no!" As we ate our melted strawberry cream, mama's red face stared at the dark screen. Did your slap serve as the good night kiss she no longer missed? * Originally published on-line at Map Literary in October, 2018
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