Lice
In my dream the toilets were clogged and overflowing Our father, in thigh rubber boots, managed to slosh through the shit without much of a blink I was gagging My skin crawled with lice, through my hair and over my lips While you looked on, as if none of this had anything to do with you In reality I kissed your head when we were in the courtroom Wanting so much to reach the you underneath chemical tracks and unhinged doorways The stale smell of baby powder hit my nose I wondered the last time you showered I was your sister for a split second with my lips against your hair But you're really a husk of once-was, never-will-be, has-beens I can't give up on you I can't save you When we visited our father in the hospital you were too weak to walk in shoes you chose because mother said you were too skinny just the day before I carried you in the parking garage so your feet would stop hurting I love you I...