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.