weeper

i
you were three, asleep in your single aunties room. the last thing you remember was your fathers voice lullabing your way to dreams. the absence of people made you wake in a rush and for the first time you realized how sensible you were to loneliness.


ii
you were fourteen, the way he touched seemed inappropriate but it was better than waking up feeling three again.


iii
you were five, you let go off your drivers hand and ran towards an iridescent plastic bag, you grabbed it because it reminded you of the truth.


iv
you were never nineteen because absenteeism grew bigger than your body.


v
am i 26? in every social interaction, they ask me what do you do for a living
                     
                       (i keep thinking about this new word i learned)
i am a doctor
                       (weeper)