up these stairs to
this room
and all the times
i tied you to
the bed
all the times you
begged
and all the ways your
father died
seven years now
coming down hard
windows broken
doors left open
the soft drip of
the kitchen sink
i know i’ll find you
crying
i know
every moment will
be wasted
there is no
great trick in
living the same
frightened life
again and
again
