Remembered on a train

January 31, 2011

That train I was on
with my father
coming home from
I’m not sure
falling asleep and
missing the windmill
he promised me
or later told me
that I’d missed
I’m not sure
starting to cry
then when we got off the train
starting to scream
and hanging off his arm
like a dead doll
legs limp and
dragging down the street
until the police
approached us
Is this your child?
and my father saying
yes, she’s mine
and his eyes
not sure.

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