Vivid
I can't reach her
The door is locked
My hand shakes.
A distinct lack of questions.
No hows or whys,
Just certainty
I can hear her
But she's busy.
She doesn't realize I'm scared.
An absence of reponse,
No "just a minute"-s
Just ignorance
I can't call out
A lump rises in my throat
I take out my retainers but the lisp persists
A lapse in logic
No explanation handy
Just odd vents
Yet they remain vivid.
This poem is about:
My family