little things

October 28, 2013 § 3 Comments



the unspoken rules, they knew
always took place in the Venue

for a moment, don’t talk

about her dad
the yells
bruises hidden beneath her mom’s clothing

instead of that,

boy, how about
school today
your cute baby brother
and thanks for the hot tea, by the way

and girl, tell me about
your stone collections
your favorite teacher
your mom’s beautiful lullaby
and i’m glad you aren’t crying again, finally

there they always talked
until the time had walked
in their overcrowded flat

the unspoken dream would always be the same
‘you can get through this, girl
because one day
we will go to a truly magnificent venue,
machu picchu’


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