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.


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