poem
Volume 20, Number 4

pre divorce/post divorce

pre divorce:

crash like gangbusters
home from school early
caught
naked in my father’s bed
bright tipped cigarette
moved over baby sister
sleeping
this is our secret
or she burns
his eyes blazed

post divorce:

it became an open secret
everyone knew
I didn’t realize this
I kept the secret
baby sister safe
even now
I keep the secret
my siblings
love their mother


—Gerald A. McBreen