Abandoned Anonymous

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

Welcoming pain,

they wait, they listen.

Laine Derr

Laine Derr holds an MFA from Northern Arizona University and has published interviews with Carl Phillips, Ross Gay, and Ted Kooser. Recent work appears or is forthcoming from Barzakh, Santa Clara Review, North Dakota Quarterly, Prairie Schooner, and elsewhere.

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