I am in the back seat of the car
going to my brother’s, although
no-one notices me. I understand
my guardians are thinking of their
daughter. I’m unsure if Father
still thinks of me. I’ve been waiting
patiently for his letter, standing
by the door when the postman calls,
but nothing drops on the mat for me.
Our family is truly screwed up,
I even miss my life sister’s long
sour face, and acid comments.
I wonder when she’ll be home.
But most of all I long for Mother
and Aunt. I speak with them
at night, when the house is still.