Zehwah

Father who art in heaven.

I am tired of screaming. You fall, a corpse, and I am alone once again. I do not scream. I have lived all this before.

Hallowed be thy name.

Is the first to go.
Bedtimes grow later and later
And then we show up at different times.
We are given to-go boxes even though we don't really want to go
But we do anyway, smiling our superficial smiles.

I am about seventy-five percent sure my father is having an existential crisis.

Listen to your mom.
Be a good kid.

Tell your friends you love them.
I wish I had.

Don't be stupid, please.
Moving feels like a lot,
But don't take it out on your dad.
He's going through it, too.

Five-foot-four and
Crashed a soccer career
Too ambitious for her own good.

Lost touch with her friends from school
Didn't make friends after that.

Remembers when she was something
But doesn't have time to reminisce.

Abandon ship,
Jump into mountains,
Skip stones on the River Styx.

Always sans joy,
Nostalgia overcomes hope
Yellow light plays colors on old desks