I always made her wait
“That’ll teach you,” I commanded,
“to feel, to wish and need.”
Someone, but not I
Might’ve offered mercy
“The more tears, the more mess,” I understood.
“And further,” I’d chide, “you cannot permit pieces of who you are to escape and run free -there’s no one who’ll care to clean up after you.”
Then she’d quiet down and stop expecting
She’d fall asleep, and dreamless be
She’d go. Goodbye.
“If I could be bothered to wonder,” I thought aloud,
“I’d ask where.”