Crammed
Into cardboard boxes,
Dusty pieces of her life
Sat heavy in the room.
I’d edge past the boxes
The way you might
A stray dog,
That looks hungry
And dangerous.
I told myself
There’d be no answers
In the old photos
And writing
That I hadn’t wanted.
How like my Dad
To force upon me
Unwanted memories
And secrets.
Picking at her remains
I scavenged for understanding
I knew I couldn’t have.
What had happened to her?
Did she know what happened to me?
His letter to her
“What am I supposed to say…
“You wanted another baby…”
“Lose some weight…”
Those last words
All in capitols
As if it’s the most important message.
I know how to lose weight Daddy,
I have starved my body
Until I was all bones and cold.
I wanted you to cut yourself
On my jagged edges.