Senior Anxiety
The birds were chirping,
The creak was bubbling,
The sun was shining brightly.
The lectures were the same;
The prep for concerts,
The rehearsals for the show.
Everything was normal,
Everything was routine,
Everything was predictable.
Until lunch period.
The note came for me.
Was I in trouble?
What did I do?
Why the emergency?
Why is my father here?
Why is he crying?
What’s going on?
Filling out the paperwork.
I’m gone.
She left for the weekend.
So what?
She wanted to get things together.
Yeah, and?
Your mother’s a fucking dike!
?
I can’t take it.
It’s only a weekend, dad.
I’m gonna kill myself.
What the hell for?
I have nothing to live for.
You have us.
No one loves me.
The weekends over.
My mother’s back.
My father’s left.
Divorce?
October 1999
