Sour memories (prose poem)
Little girl painting her toes in the mirror grapefruit pink “Daddy’s home!” but she pretends she doesn’t hear Monday rolls around and Mummy’s still got a swollen eye A week
later Daddy takes his pills again and cleans the counters and brings tulips home
It’s now July and the girl watches fat bees gorge on orchids She picks one that’s apricot orange
After school she rides the bus to see Mummy but the flowers are already rusting at the tips “Thank you sweetie”
Says the nurse “I’ll make sure she gets it when she wakes up”