Father/Mother

by Mara Smith
Art by Allie Tokarski

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Father I creep into your house / in the white house with red bricks / at the top of the cul-de-sac / at four in the morning / you aren’t awake yet / I wish you still worried about
/ me coming home / nothing good happens after/ the street lights come on / but I’ll be home soon. / Mother / I wonder how many times you heard me / in my room crying and decided/ this is when / she gets older / which is not to say you wanted me to suffer / moreso this is how you grew/ a little heartbreak / made me grow more than anything / someone stops loving / you and / the blinds are pulled shut

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Father / Mother
I creep into your house / I wonder how many times you have heard me
in the white house with red bricks / in my room crying and decided this is when
at the top of the cul-de-sac / she gets older
at four in the morning / which is not to say you wanted me to suffer
you aren’t awake yet / moreso this is how you grew
I wish you still worried about / a little heartbreak
me coming home / made me grow more than anything
nothing good happens after / someone stops loving you and
the street lights come on / the blinds are pulled shut
but I’ll be home soon.

Allie Tokarski for Fools Magazine

Allie Tokarski for Fools Magazine

Allie Tokarski for Fools Magazine