In a circle, they don’t smoke,
drink coffee, or speak of bravery.
All he left was debt
When I was born, she stopped looking back
He gave the smoke
She told me Wonder Woman was Santa Claus
I remember the dust, the wings
She was made of homemade eggnog and cheap whiskey
His anger was a butter knife
When she wasn’t right, I was wrong
I imagine him seated at a shopping mall
Her smile went with her
We were kept hungry like feral cats
I was born laughing, until I was slapped
In failure, he succeeded
they wait, they listen.