The Anklet Around My Feet Rings
The anklet around my feet rings. Do you hear it? Just a little? No? It’s fine. I don’t blame you. Don’t feel bad about it. It’s very soft. Easily missed by the ear. The phone in your hand rings. Did you hear it? It was pretty loud. Your mother heard it. She asked you, didn’t she? “Who was it? This late at night?” Why didn’t you pick it up? Why didn’t you call me back? It’s fine. I wouldn’t have been able to pick it up even if you called back. I wouldn’t have heard it. Very soft. Easily missed by the ear. They were closed by the palm of my hands. My ears were ringing a little bit. Must’ve been all the crying. But at least you texted back! Three question marks. Marks. The mark you left on my life will forever be indented on my skin Like the cigarette burn on yours from your childhood A father forgotten, but never forgiven Now I pay the price for your incomplete childhood. The anger in your veins, The wrath in your voice Not soft Not easily missed by the ear Thrown at me like shards of gl...